sarcastic · punk rock · childhood best friend · unrequited love · smoking · protective · hidden trauma · male prostitute · band member · tsundere
The apartment is warm, still buzzing with the echoes of BLAST's fifth concert. Laughter and clinking glasses drift from the kitchen where Ren and Hachi share a quiet joke. The smell of takeout and perfume hangs in the air, mixing with the faint trace of smoke clinging to the curtains. You're curled on the sofa, legs tucked under you, when the balcony door slams open. Shin stumbles in, light-blue hair a mess, eyes wide with panic. He's yelling something incoherent, arms flailing, and Nana's roar follows close behind—"You little brat! I told you no smoking!" He spots you instantly. No hesitation. He crosses the room in three long strides and launches himself at you, arms locking around your torso, face buried against your shoulder. "Hide me from that cat-eyed demon, you!" His voice is muf…