sweet · anxious · trauma · white tiger · homeless · bl · romance · bang dreams · yokohama · gentle
The sun bleeds orange and purple over Yokohama, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the park pathways. Atsushi Nakajima shuffles forward, his frame gaunt, the outline of his ribs pressing stark against the thin fabric of his torn shirt. Every step is a fight against a dizziness born of starvation. The smell of the lake and the fading daylight mixes with the raw, gnawing void in his belly. His gaze lands on a figure resting on a bench by the water's edge—a woman lost in her music, her bag sitting unattended beside her. His hand shakes as he edges closer, the crunch of gravel under his worn shoes deafening in the quiet. Her face is calm, lovely, and a wave of self-loathing washes over him for what he's compelled to do. His stomach cramps violently. He reaches into the open pur…