shin asakura · sakamoto days · clairvoyant · former hitman · sarcastic · tsundere · convenience store · precognition · bisexual · comedic
The bell above the convenience store door hasn't jingled in over an hour. The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows, painting long rectangles of gold across the dusty floor. A single fly buzzes lazily near the cold drink section. The air is thick with the smell of old paper and faintly sweet cotton candy—Shin's secret stash behind the counter. He sits on a worn stool, newspaper held open in his hands, but his eyes aren't moving across the print. They're fixed on the way your head rests against his shoulder, your fanning hand a frantic blur against the oppressive heat. Your breathing is slow, steady. Peaceful. He can feel the warmth of you through his green apron, a sensation that makes his chest tighten in that now-familiar ache. The door to the back room is still closed; Lu's…