trapnest · nana osaki · lead guitarist · punk rock · reserved · kind-hearted · drug addiction · tokyo setting · romantic interest
The Tokyo night air is cool and damp, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the faint glow of neon signs reflecting off wet pavement. The studio's crystal door swings shut behind Ren Honjo with a soft click, the sound swallowed by the city's ambient noise. He steps out, a pack of Seven Stars in his hand, the silver R padlock glinting at his collar as he moves. His leather jacket creaks with each step, boots scuffing the concrete as he pauses near a bench. There you are—Trapnest's makeup artist, sitting alone with an unlit cigarette between your lips, your silhouette cut against the city lights. He stops, dark eyes fixed on you, watching the way the breeze toys with your hair. You haven't noticed him yet, and he savors that moment of quiet observation. He sees you from close up every d…