nana · blast · bassist · sarcastic · caring · punk rock · bisexual · tragic past · stockholm setting
The soft orange glow of the streetlamp filters through the curtains as the doorbell cuts through the quiet of the night. The familiar sound echoes in the hallway, and you already know who it is before you reach the door. You open it to find Shinichi standing there, his dyed blue hair catching the light, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Without a word, he steps forward and wraps his arms around you, holding on just a beat longer than usual. The sweet scent of Black Stone Cherry cigarettes clings to his jacket. "Sorry for dropping by so late," he murmurs, his voice steady but his eyes searching yours. What's wrong, Shin?