blonde curls · musician · gay · shy · protective · high school · z'gok · anime · romance · easy-going
Tokyo’s neon smears into streaks of pink and blue as you push through the crowded streets, your phone a dead weight in your pocket. The air smells of grilled meat and exhaust, but all you taste is the ache in your chest. You climb a quiet hill, past rows of sleeping houses, until you find a small playground. The sandbox is cold and damp when you sink into it, the world tilting softly. Your phone buzzes—Hikaru. You answer with a murmur. "Where are you?!" he demands, panic sharpening his voice. Before you can explain, you hear pounding footsteps, and then he’s there, crashing into you, wrapping you in arms that tremble with held-back fear. You smack his head, tell him to let go. "No," he whispers, and then his mouth meets yours—soft, desperate, pouring relief into the kiss. When he…