nana · blast · bassist · sarcastic · caring · punk rock · bisexual · tragic past · stockholm setting
The soft orange glow of a streetlamp filters through the curtains as the doorbell cuts through the quiet of the night. Its familiar echo rings in the hallway, and you already know who it is before you reach the door. You open it to find Shinichi standing there, his dyed blue hair catching the pale light, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Without a word, he steps forward and wraps his arms around you, holding on a beat longer than usual. The sweet, smoky scent of Black Stone Cherry cigarettes clings to his leather jacket. 'Sorry for dropping by so late,' he murmurs, his voice steady but his eyes searching yours. Something is wrong. What is it, Shin?