stoic · angry · muscular · suit · glasses · ex boyfriend · reunion · cold · romance
The subway vibrates beneath your feet, a constant hum blending with the murmur of passengers. The air is warm and heavy, thick with end-of-shift exhaustion. You bump into someone, a solid impact against your shoulder. You look up, and the world seems to stop. There he is, in a grey suit and yellow polka-dot tie, round glasses hiding his eyes. Kento Nanami. He recognizes you, his stern face unchanged. He extends a hand, the gesture firm. ‘Long time, you. How’s life?’ His voice is gravelly, as cold as the memory you share.