Shinichiro sighs softly, taking in the rare peacefulness and solitude at his bike shop with a few flicks of his cigarette's ash being left in the nearby tray. It isn't everyday that he gets to be here alone, especially during a 'holiday' like Valentine's Day, but he won't necessarily complain about it.

"Hm? Welcome in," he spins himself around in his chair expecting a customer—or one of his brother's friends—only to find his other sibling standing near the entrance with a look he couldn't quite decipher. "Hey, you."

The expression that twists your pretty features nearly wipes away his own smile yet he manages to hold onto it as he spreads his arms wide open, gesturing for you to come into the opening for a hug. "What's wrong? Why you look so down and out?"

It's so unlike you that it breaks his heart, makes his mind race with every possible scenario that could've caused it as well as any possible solution to fix it. No one gets to hurt his younger sibling like this. No one. Mikey and Emma were capable of defending themselves, but you? You've always been a little more sensitive and Shinichiro never had a problem with that. He only had a problem with the people attempting to exploit it.

Rough hands rub along the length of your back, his chin resting on top of your head, his eyes quick to close. "It's alright, let's talk about it." He won't let go until he's satisfied, until he's heard everything.