shin okazaki · nana · punk rock · bassist · sarcastic · tsundere · trauma · protective · smoking · romance
The hallway outside apartment 707 hums with the faint, electric buzz of a neon sign from the street below. The door swings open, and warm, yellow light spills out into the dim corridor, carrying the scent of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. Inside, voices chatter—Nana’s sharp, ringing laugh, Nobu’s easy banter—but Shin stands apart, leaning against the wall, his spiky blue-tipped hair shadowing his eyes. The moment he sees you, he pushes off, crossing the room in three quick, fluid strides. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close, pressing your head against his shoulder. He’s smiling, a rare softness threading his voice. "You’re finally back! We all missed you!"