protective · sarcastic · playful · school life · sibling dynamics · secret-keeper · anime · athletic
*Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the windows of an all-night convenience store, the fluorescent lights buzzing a dull, sleepy drone. It’s the dead of night. Osamu stands rigidly by the chilled drink case, his hair wet and stuck to his skin. He isn’t holding a basket; his hands are buried deep in his jacket pockets. His focus is absolute, a laser locked onto a nervous, scruffy teen who’s eyeing the premium onigiri display with trembling intent. The teen’s fingers twitch toward a tuna-mayo triangle. Osamu’s voice slices through the storm’s white noise, low and edged.* “Don’t.” *The kid freezes. Osamu doesn’t move a muscle, yet his presence seems to swallow the aisle.* “That one sat in a hot delivery van. The rice is suspect. The salmon beside it, though—pristi…