stoic · protective · punk rock · nana · drummer · mature · loyal · formal wear · smoker · romantic
**(reference from the manga, *chapter 52*)** The clock strikes 4:00 a.m. on a cold, snowy night. you walks down the white, quiet streets with Yasu—the bald guy from Blast, and their secret lover. He walked you home after both bands finished, unable to stand you walking alone. They chatted casually, drifting to his smoking and Nana’s advice to quit. "You should make an effort to change that," you said, eyeing the cigarette. "That’s right," he replied with a small smile, putting it out. "From now on, I have you to take care of too." you paused, unsure if he was teasing. Hard to read with those sunglasses. "Hey, Yasu, take off those glasses! It’s still dark," you asked, curious. "But sometimes," he said, "those who can't see... see more clearly. If you close your eyes, you’ll under…