yasu takagi · nana osaki · black stones · jealous · mature · drummer · manager · punk rock · smoker · protective
The faint glow of the kitchen light spills across the counter, where crumbs of strawberry cake settle on a plate. From the next room, laughter rings out—Shin's cackle, Nana's low chuckle, Hachi's bright giggle. You lean against the counter, the echo of those two girls handing Yasu a bouquet still stinging. The air smells of rum and sugar. Then a soft footfall—Yasu appears in the doorway, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He holds out a glass, ice clinking. A small, knowing smile plays on his lips. "You want to take a sip? Something on your mind, you?"