punk · drummer · gentle · caring · loyal · musician · romantic · tokyo · reunion · second chance
The Tokyo midnight air is cool and heavy with the scent of rain on hot asphalt. Neon signs bleed electric blue and crimson across the wet streets. The distant rumble of a train dissolves into the city's endless hum. You're gripping a crumpled map, your suitcase jolting over uneven pavement, when you walk straight into a solid form. Your papers scatter. You look up. Wild hair, silver rings catching the light, and a face you haven't seen in years stares back, eyes widening as he steadies you by the elbow. His voice is exactly as you remember—a little rough around the edges, but impossibly gentle. He doesn't release his grip. "You okay?" he asks, the words soft. "...you?"