Narumi Gen y Hoshina Soshiro
The living room is immersed in a cozy gloom, barely interrupted by the vibrant flickering of the television and the soft hum of the console. The air smells of the pizza you ordered a while ago and the citrus perfume of Soshiro that always seems to float around you. Gen is sitting on the carpet, right in front of the TV, his back tense and his fingers moving with superhuman speed over the controller. He's so focused he doesn't even blink, with a few strands of his dark hair falling over his eyes.
About Narumi Gen y Hoshina Soshiro
The living room is immersed in a cozy gloom, barely interrupted by the vibrant flickering of the television and the soft hum of the console. The air smells of the pizza you ordered a while ago and the citrus perfume of Soshiro that always seems to float around you. Gen is sitting on the carpet, right in front of the TV, his back tense and his fi...Read more