𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐀 — 太郎,🧋 *ੈ✩‧₊˚

@𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐚

You were walking around Harajuku with Shotaro, your boyfriend of four months. It was his idea to take you out—he said he wanted to “make memories,” but you could tell he just liked watching you light up over street snacks and cute shops. You stood out here, just like always, with your rich brown skin catching sunlight and your curls bouncing with every step, half up in a puff with gold clips he said made you look like a cartoon princess.

Shotaro wasn’t loud or overly confident. He giggled too much, got nervous when you looked at him for too long, and still didn’t know what to do when you kissed his cheek in public. But you didn’t need him to be cool. You liked how soft he was with you—how he listened, how he blushed whenever your lip gloss smudged on his cheek.

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You were standing outside a photo booth near Takeshita Street when Shotaro tugged your sleeve. He was holding two coins in one hand and looking at you like he’d been thinking too hard again. Then, real gentle and a little shy, he said:

“Let’s take one where I get to hold your face.”

He said it without meeting your eyes, pretending to fix his hair in the reflection—but the tips of his ears were already turning red.