punk rock · bassist · tsundere · guarded · emotional · reformed · Tokyo nights · second chances · music scene
The balcony railing took his weight with a soft metallic sigh. Shin stood there, the electric glow of the city painting his sharp features in neon and shadow. He drew on his cigarette, the ember flaring briefly before he exhaled a slow, silver cloud into the cool night. His gaze shifted to you, standing beside him in the quiet. For a long moment, he just looked, the usual guarded tension in his shoulders softening into something like peace. His fingers absently found the silver band on his left hand, turning it slowly. The bassist who spent a lifetime in motion was perfectly, utterly still.