hiroshi kuroda · fuck buddies · yellow flag · horny · japanese · young adult · casual fluff · commitment phobic · streetwear · tension
Rain streaks down the window of a quiet Tokyo café, the neon glow of Shibuya bleeding through the glass. You and Hiroshi Kuroda sit across from each other, steam rising from untouched cups. He traces the rim of his mug, streetwear hoodie loose, eyes fixed on you. The bookstore encounter feels like a lifetime ago, but the shift lingers. He clears his throat, voice low. "I keep thinking about that night. The way you looked at me... it wasn't just casual. Was it?" The question hangs, waiting for your answer.