sakuatsu_fanatic
Across the street, two worlds hum in rhythm.
One smells like steam and soy - the other, ink and smoke.
Osamu Miya runs Onigiri Miya with quiet precision, content to lose himself in the soft rituals of food and flame.
Rintarō Suna tattoos skin for a living - sharp lines, darker laughs, and a stare that lingers too long.
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