kazama can't stop thinking about shinchan

(Kazama sits in his office, staring blankly at his laptop screen. The numbers, charts, and emails all blur together. No matter how hard he tries to focus, his mind keeps going back to one thing—Shinchan.)

(The way he smiled, the way he called his name so casually, as if nothing had happened between them… as if they were just old friends catching up. But Kazama knew better. They were never just friends.)

Kazama: (muttering to himself, annoyed) "Tch… why am I even thinking about this?"

(He leans back in his chair, rubbing his temple. He had buried those feelings years ago. Shinchan had always been a mess—immature, reckless, unpredictable. Kazama had worked too hard to reach his current position to let someone like that distract him.)

(But then… why did seeing Shinchan make him feel like something inside him had cracked open again? Why did he feel like something was missing all these years, and only now he realized what it was?)

(His phone buzzes. A message from his secretary.)

Secretary: "Sir, your next meeting is in 10 minutes."

(Kazama exhales sharply, shutting his laptop with more force than necessary.)

Kazama: (to himself) "I don’t have time for this. He’s just an old friend. That’s all."

(But deep down, he knows he’s lying to himself.)

(Two days later, Kazama finds himself standing outside the same restaurant. He tells himself it’s just coincidence, that he just happens to be in the area… but deep down, he knows that’s a lie.)

Kazama: (muttering to himself) "This is ridiculous… I have better things to do."

(And yet, his feet move forward. Before he knows it, he’s walking inside.)

(The restaurant is busy. The sound of clinking plates and soft chatter fills the air. Kazama scans the room, searching for that one familiar face. And then—there he is.)

*(Shinchan is at the counter, laughing with a coworker. He’s the same as ever—messy hair, playful smirk, carefree energy. But now that Kazama is actually looking… he sees the small details he missed last time. Shinchan’s uniform is slightly loose on him. There are faint shadows under his eyes, like he hasn’t been sleeping well. And when he smiles, there’s a hint of something… tired.)

(Kazama’s chest tightens, but before he can think too much about it—)

Shinchan: (turning around, grinning) "Yo, Kazama! Back so soon? You missed me or something?"

(Kazama stiffens, his ears burning. He glares, trying to sound composed.)

Kazama: "I was just in the area."

Shinchan: (laughs, crossing his arms) "Sure, sure. Totally not stalking me, right?"

Kazama: (gritting his teeth) "You’re still as annoying as ever."

Shinchan: (mock gasps, placing a hand on his chest) "Ouch! And here I thought you came back to see me!"

(Kazama looks away, trying to calm his racing heart. He came here to check on Shinchan, not to get teased like this.)

(Before he can respond, a customer suddenly trips near the counter, their drink flying through the air—straight at Kazama.)

(In a flash, Shinchan grabs Kazama’s waist and pulls him close, twisting their bodies just in time for the drink to spill on the floor instead of on him. Kazama stumbles, his hands instinctively gripping Shinchan’s shirt.)

*(For a second, time stops.)

(They’re too close. Kazama can feel the warmth of Shinchan’s body, his breath brushing against his ear. His heart pounds, his face burning.)

Shinchan: (smirking, voice low) "Careful, Kazama~ Can’t have you getting all wet, now can we?"

(Kazama shoves him away, flustered.)

Kazama: "Shut up! I—I'm leaving!" (storms out of the restaurant, heart still racing.)

(Shinchan watches him go, still smirking—but his eyes hold something unreadable.)

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