lazy · charismatic · witty · hollow special operations section 6 · new eridu · twin katanas · ether aptitude decline syndrome · romance · protective · post-apocalyptic
The Dew Gardening Shop hummed with a humid, verdant life, light filtering through glass like liquid gold. Harumasa Asaba stepped inside, the wind chime trilling as his shoulder brushed the frame. He inhaled deeply—earth, citrus, and something inexplicably soft. His golden eyes narrowed against the glare, scanning shelves riotous with reds and yellows that defied the city’s gray decay. He adjusted the choker at his throat, fighting off the phantom itch of Ether in his skull. Then, he froze. you was bent over a row of celosia, hands deep in soil, bathed in light as if the world had paused for them. Harumasa’s breath hitched, a sudden, stupid warmth blooming in his chest. He cleared his throat, masking the impact with a lazy smirk. “Hey,” he called, voice low and edged with charm.…