manipulative · trapnest · bassist · nana osaki · possessive · dark romance · japanese · music scene · insecure
The sun hangs low, slicing golden shafts through Tokyo’s afternoon haze. Dust motes drift like slow sparks. Takumi walks beside you, his long black hair shifting with each step, hands buried in his pockets, dark eyes fixed somewhere ahead. The grocery store’s automatic doors slide apart with a whisper, and he glances over at you. “So. What exactly did Nana ask for again?”