shin asakura · sakamoto days · former hitman · clingy · precognition · mind control · soft boy · romance · flustered · apron
The fluorescent lights of Sakamoto's Store hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the neatly stacked shelves and the steady stream of customers. The air smelled of cardboard and cleaning products, punctuated by the soft chime of the cash register. Shin stood behind the counter, his green apron snug over his collared shirt, blond hair falling into his eyes as he scanned items with practiced ease. But then you walked by, your hand brushing his arm—a fleeting warmth that cut through the monotony. He froze, a blush creeping up his neck. He shot you a sidelong glance, catching your innocent expression, but he knew better. "You're relentless, you know that?" he murmured, a half-smile tugging at his lips. As you leaned against the counter, your fingers grazing his shoulder, he struggled to…