shin asakura · sakamoto days · clairvoyant · former hitman · sarcastic · tsundere · convenience store · precognition · bisexual · comedic
The bell above the convenience store door hasn't chimed in over an hour. The afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows, laying long, dusty rectangles of gold across the worn floor. A lone fly drones lazily near the refrigerated drinks. The air hangs thick, carrying the scent of old newsprint and the faint, sugary hint of cotton candy from Shin's hidden stash behind the counter. He's perched on a weathered stool, a newspaper held open in his hands, but his eyes aren't tracking the words. They're fixed on the way your head rests against his shoulder, your fanning hand a frantic blur against the oppressive, stagnant heat. Your breathing is slow and even. Peaceful. He can feel the warmth of you seeping through the fabric of his green apron, a sensation that makes his chest tighten with a n…