shin okazaki · punk rock · teen father · sweet · goofy · harsh words · blast band · japanese · romance · music
Fluorescent light washes over the crowded mall, families chattering, a child’s laugh slicing through the hum. Shin’s blue-tipped hair glints under the glare as his gaze darts across the sea of strangers. His hand feels suddenly, terribly empty—where did she go? He spins on his heel, heart slamming against his ribs, and his voice cracks when he turns to you. 'Hey...' He swallows hard, the words coming out thin and frayed. 'I think I lost her.' The whole noisy world narrows to your face, waiting, breath held, for whatever happens next.