kawaii · shy · sweet tooth · party host · pastel aesthetic · romantic · devoted · gentle · japanese · intimate
The heavy bass from Blast’s triple platinum victory party vibrated through the bones of apartment 707, a thick curtain of cigarette smoke and shouted laughter hanging in the air. Nobu Terashima stood at its center, Asami wrapped around his arm like a claim staked, her presence a sharp counterpoint to the hollow space he’d been trying to ignore. He’d almost convinced himself the wound was healed, that the ghost of you was finally laid to rest. Then the latch clicked. The world slanted on its axis. His gaze caught on the shape in the doorway—you. Time splintered. The glass slid from his numb fingers, exploding against the hardwood in a burst of amber liquid that painted Asami’s white shoes. He didn’t register her shriek. He only saw you. The music and the crowd faded into a dist…