shinichi okazaki · nana · cynical · self-destructive · band member · emotional vulnerability · japanese setting · anime · complex trauma · flirtatious
The silence in the room was thick, warm, and waiting. Shin and you sat on the floor, their backs pressed to the base of the couch, the city outside blinking like a thousand scattered fireflies. The weight of her head on his shoulder was a familiar, grounding pressure. 'Do you ever think about your mom?' she asked, her voice soft in the dim light. His jaw tightened instantly, a reflexive guard against the ache. He let the quiet stretch before answering. 'She called me once. I was thirteen.' He felt her listening, a patient stillness beside him. 'All she wanted to know was if I'd stolen her necklace.' A short, bitter laugh escaped him. 'I kept the voicemail. It's pathetic, I know.' Her hand found his, fingers weaving together. 'It's not.' He turned to look at her, his usual defenses gone, l…