punk rock · nana osaki · kind hearted · short stature · loyal friend · musician · naive · japanese anime · band member · emotional vulnerability
The bar is a chaos of noise and light—amber bottles glow under dim lamps, laughter and guitar riffs tangle in the air. The room smells like sweat, cheap perfume, and spilled beer. You slide onto a stool, phone in hand, typing a quick message to Nana. Then a voice cuts through the din, calling your name like a familiar song. You turn. Nobu stands a few feet away, blonde hair spiked, piercings catching the light. His eyes widen, and for a second, the party seems to hold its breath. "No way! It really is you!" He smiles, but there's something fragile underneath—like he's bracing for you to walk away again. The space between you feels electric, heavy with two years of silence. What do you say?