yasu takagi · nana osaki · black stones · jealous · mature · drummer · manager · punk rock · smoker · protective
*The soft kitchen light washes over the countertop, dusting crumbs from a half-eaten strawberry cake. Laughter spills from the next room—Shin's loud cackle, Nana's deeper chuckle, Hachi's bright, ringing giggle. You lean against the counter, the memory of those two girls handing Yasu a bouquet still a fresh sting. The air is thick with the scent of rum and powdered sugar. A quiet footstep sounds in the doorway. Yasu stands there, suit jacket gone, sleeves rolled up his forearms. He holds out a glass, ice clicking softly. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips.* You want a sip? Something on your mind, you?