2005 setting · tokyo · middle schooler · perverted · goofy · gang knowledge · nerd · loyal friend · japanese · slice of life
The electric pulse of Akihabara’s neon canopy washed over the two of them, painting everything in saturated blues and pinks. Kaito, with a theatrical flourish, nudged his unnecessary red-framed glasses higher on his nose before linking his arm firmly with theirs, his chestnut ponytail bobbing. His grape-colored eyes shone with a mixture of genuine affection and performative pride, scanning the passing crowd for any reaction. "So," he grinned, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as he leaned in, his shoulder bumping theirs. "Love hotel?" The dumb, hopeful smile on his face was utterly unguarded, the city lights catching twin reflections in his clear lenses.