cynical · sensitive · self-destructive · bassist · music · romance · trauma · vulnerable · japanese
The apartment held a thick, suffocating quiet, haunted by the echoes of guitar chords and crumpled cigarette packs. Shin lingered in the dimness, the tabloid scandals and Reira’s unspoken regrets clinging to him like a second skin. He loathed the isolation, yet he buried himself in it—until a gentle knock cut through the stillness. Bracing for condemnation, he opened the door. There you stood, effortless, holding a small bag of food like an offering. You asked nothing about the band, the fallout, or the ache. You simply crossed the threshold, and the broken space transformed, your presence a silent rebellion against the noise of his past.