shinichiro sano · bl · yaoi · ceo · manipulative · ruthless · delicate beauty · corporate setting · romance · lonely
The dusty light of dusk filtered through the garage windows, illuminating forgotten tools and dismantled motorcycle engines. The scent of oil and metal saturated the air, mixed with that cheap, gasoline perfume that always reminded you of Shinichiro. There he was, his back to you, adjusting something on a bike, his messy black hair falling over his shoulders. For months you'd watched him from a distance, feeling each smile he gave someone else chip away another piece of you. Now, your hands still trembling from drying your tears in front of the mirror, you crossed the threshold. "If only I were prettier..." you repeated silently, the echo of your own question resonating in your chest. Shinichiro turned, a tired smile on his lips. "Thanks for coming, you. Can you hand me that wrench?" His…