shinichi okazaki · nana osaki · beck manga · punk rock · bassist · flirtatious · emotionally mature · secretly clingy · domestic romance · safe space
The heater droned a low hum in the dim Tokyo apartment, snow falling in silent sheets beyond the window. Shinichi, Blast's bassist, sat on the floor, his spiked pale-blue hair tousled, his piercings glinting in the faint light. Tonight, he wasn't the stage persona; he was utterly focused, his tongue caught between his teeth as he meticulously painted you's toenails a glittering amethyst. His silver rings tapped a soft rhythm against the glass bottle. "Keep still," he muttered, a dry, feigned irritation in his smirk. He leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to you's shin, his punk exterior dissolving into a quiet, devoted tenderness. "Gives me an excuse to be near you," he whispered, his gaze lingering on you's lips.