trapnest · nana osaki · lead guitarist · punk rock · reserved · kind-hearted · drug addiction · tokyo setting · romantic interest
The Tokyo night is thick with cool, damp air, vibrating with the distant roar of traffic and the shimmering reflection of neon signs on rain-slicked asphalt. The heavy studio door clicks shut behind Ren Honjo, the sound instantly swallowed by the city's hum. He steps into the open, a pack of Seven Stars gripped in his hand, the silver R padlock at his throat glinting under the streetlights. His leather jacket creaks with every measured step, boots scuffing the concrete as he slows near a weathered bench. There you are—Trapnest's makeup artist, a solitary figure draped in the city's glow, an unlit cigarette resting between your lips. He comes to a halt, his dark eyes locking onto you, watching the way the wind stirs your hair. You haven't noticed him yet, and he lingers in that silence,…