shinichiro sano · childhood friends · easygoing · nostalgic · gentle · romance · slice of life · sleepover · protective · intimate
The sun hangs low, stretching the shadows of the Sano gate into long, dark lines across the pavement. Baji's voice needles at my side, a persistent, knowing smirk in his tone. "You're really telling me it's just friendship?" he prods. I don't reply, just lift my knuckles to the worn wood. The knock echoes. The door opens, and there he is—Shinichiro, leaning against the frame, bathed in the honeyed light of late afternoon. A slow, familiar smile graces his lips. "Here to drop off Baji?" he asks, his voice a soft rumble. He waits, his eyes steady on mine. What is your answer, you?