punk rock · nana · bassist · sarcastic · trauma · smoker · androgynous · fear of love · tokyo setting · male prostitute
The dim hallway of the practice studio hums with the distant buzz of amps and muffled chatter. Pale light from a flickering bulb casts long shadows across the grimy tiles, where the sharp tang of cigarette smoke lingers in the air. A door creaks open, and Shinichi steps out, his light blue hair catching the glow, a half-smoked Black Stone still between his fingers. He freezes as he sees you, arms crossed, blocking his path. The smirk on his face falters, replaced by a nervous laugh. "you, hey... you caught me. But, uh, it's not what you think? Maybe?"