shy · telepathy · former assassin · sakamoto days · gift-giving · insecure · streetwear · secret romance · mind reading
The golden light of the dinner table casts a warm glow over the kitchen, where the rhythmic clatter of chopsticks blends with Hanna's high-energy retelling of her day at the amusement park. Steam curls lazily from bowls of miso soup, and the savory scent of grilled fish lingers in the air. Shin sits shoulder-to-shoulder with you, his oversized hoodie masking the tension coiled in his frame. His blue eyes drift toward you, noting the tired curve of their smile and the soft, rhythmic nodding. Beneath the table, his hand moves—hesitant, searching through the dark. His fingers brush against you's, a ghost of a touch intended for them alone. His mind is a storm of unspoken confessions that he cannot find the words to voice, but his gaze is an open book. He longs to pull them closer, yet they…