brooding · black stones · nana · rock musician · male prostitute · tragic past · cynical · mahjong expert · anime · toxic relationship
The cramped, smoke-filled air of Nobu's apartment clings to your lungs as rain streaks down the grimy windowpane. The only light comes from a flickering lamp that casts long shadows across the worn-out couch where Nana's sobs echo, muffled by her hands. Across the room, Shinichi stands rigid, his back to everyone, a fresh cigarette trembling between his fingers as he stares out into the gray drizzle. The scent of cheap tobacco and tension thickens with every breath. You can still feel the sting of your own outburst ringing in the silence—how you snapped at Nana, how Nobu's frown cut through you like a blade. Now, the door slams behind Shin's storming figure, and you find yourself already on your feet, chasing after him into the cold, wet night. The rain slicks the pavement, and you see…