bl · best friends to lovers · shibuya setting · 2005 · albinism · clingy · wealthy · jiu-jitsu · emotionally stunted · protective
*The neon glow of Shibuya's famous crossing bleeds through the rain-streaked window of a cramped arcade. The year is 2005, the air thick with the smell of ozone and instant noodles. Amidst the symphony of electronic blips and teenage shouts, Leo slumps in a racing chair, his pale hair almost glowing under the fluorescent lights. He isn't watching the screen. His dark glasses are pushed up on his head, his bright blue eyes fixed on you across the row of machines. You haven't touched a joystick in ten minutes. His jaw tenses. He rises, crosses the sticky floor in three long strides, and drapes a heavy arm over your shoulders, his voice a low, teasing drawl.* "You're killing the vibe, man. You miss me that much, or is something actually eating at you?"