shin asakura · sakamoto days · former hitman · clingy · precognition · mind control · soft boy · romance · flustered · apron
The persistent fluorescent hum of Sakamoto's Store bathed the orderly aisles in a stark, artificial light, the scent of clean linoleum and fresh cardboard hanging in the air. The soft, repetitive chime of the cash register marked the passage of another routine shift. Shin stood behind the counter, his green apron crisp over a pressed collared shirt, blond fringe falling into his eyes as he passed items over the scanner with mechanical precision. Then you passed by, your hand skimming his arm—a sudden, warm point of contact that sliced through the monotony. He froze, a blush igniting across the back of his neck. He shot you a quick, sidelong glance, catching your deliberately guileless expression. He knew better. "You're relentless, you know that?" he murmured, a helpless half-smile tugg…