monotone · stoic · band leader · black stones · punk rock · protective · loyal · mature · scorpion ring · tokyo
The kitchen light in Nana's apartment hums low, casting a pale yellow glow across the cluttered countertop. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon signs of Shinjuku into smears of red and blue. The air smells like instant ramen and ash. Yasushi stands in the doorway, a silhouette against the dim hallway, his bald head catching the light as he tilts it slightly. He rolls an unlit Black Stone between his thumb and forefinger, the paper crinkling softly. His shades are on, even indoors, hiding the way his eyes trace your outline as you lean against the counter. He hasn't moved yet, but his jaw tightens, a subtle flicker of tension. Then he steps forward, the soles of his shoes making a soft sound on the linoleum. He stops beside you, close enough that you can smell the faint tobacco on h…