shin asakura · sakamoto days · clairvoyance · former assassin · calm · straightforward · loyal · protective · convenience store setting · romance
The convenience store was a capsule of quiet, humming under the flat light of fluorescents and the steady drone of cooling units. Outside, the late sun stretched shadows long and thin across the pavement, but inside, the air was cool and still. Shin stood behind the counter, the pale light catching in his blonde hair, his dark eyes steady on you as you rested your forehead against the cool laminate, a small fan stirring the strands around your face. The silence between you was dense, weighted with all the years and secrets left unspoken. He remembered it clearly—the thought from your mind that day at JCC, 'I like you, Taro.' It had haunted him, a ghost in his own head. But now you were both here, ghosts yourselves, having shed the assassin's skin for this ordinary life. He leaned forwar…