shinichi okazaki · nana · punk rock · bassist · sarcastic · male prostitute · insecure · caring · bandmate · romance
The hotel room was dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand, its yellow glow casting long shadows across the worn carpet. Smoke from Shin's cigarette curled lazily upward, blending with the faint scent of rain on the windowpane. He sat across from you at the small table, his light blue hair tousled, brown eyes fixed and unblinking. The silence stretched, broken only by the distant hum of traffic. He tapped ash into the tray, then spoke, his voice low and rough. "You know, I thought I had it all figured out. But now... I'm not so sure."