The Weight of Fragile Things

"It's so nice to meet one of Yasu's friends! I'm Nana, but everyone calls me Hachi to avoid confusion! Please, make yourself comfortable and don't be afraid to ask me for anything at all!"

I blinked a few times, leaning back as the peppy little lady bounced up and down on her heels in my face. I glanced to Nana as she ambled past me, and she caught my eye.
"Don't mind her. She's a rescue."

Ah. So like Hachiko. Got it. Makes sense.

"Thank you, Hachi. Sorry for dropping by unannounced." I smiled to the girl before following Yasu over to the table, sliding in after him. Immediately, I was closed in by Shin, who had stuck close by ever since he had exited the concert venue.

"Give the poor woman a break, man." Nobu sighed, shaking his head as he sat down across from us.
"She doesn't mind! Do you, (Y/N)?" When Shin turned to me there was no way I could resist his puppy-dog eyes, no doubt a trick he had perfected after plenty of practice.

"He's not bothering me. I've made it perfectly clear I won't be seeking...whatever services he was trying to sell." I chuckled, giving him a friendly nudge with my elbow. The young man beamed at my response, though I didn't miss the cheeky tongue he poked out to his bandmate.

"So!" Nana certainly knew how to make entrances as she all but threw herself into the seat beside Nobu, sliding a can of beer over to where my hand was resting. "All I know about you is that you were a little shit as a kid! Come on, share with the class! Just how close are you to our favourite Baldy, here?!"

I...like this chick.

"Nana, keep your voice down. Any more complaints from the neighbours and they'll evict you." Yasu heaved a sigh, though there was no mistaking his fondness of her attitude.
"Like he said before, we grew up together. I was the youngest of the group, so Yassun here was my knight in shining scalp." I teased, rubbing my friend's shaved head.

"Of the group?" Hachi came over from the kitchen, setting down what appeared to be the first wave of a heck of a lot of food.
"Yep. We were a trio. Me, Yasu and Re-"
"Wait, you know Ren?! Well shit, of course you do if you grew up with Yasu! Hang on, Hachi, give me your phone!"

I just shut myself up, cracking the tab of the beer she had handed me and taking a sip, looking up to Yasu in question.
"Ren and Nana are dating. Again." He answered my silent question casually, and my brows shot up. "It's a long story."

Small world. Hey, maybe that's how Yasu and Nana became friends? It would make sense.

"Hey, Ren, you'll never guess who we found loitering in the alley after our gig." Nana, with the phone to her ear, smirked over at me, and I returned in kind, nearly bouncing in my seat at the thought of possibly getting to see Ren again too. I had obviously known how he was doing, since he had shot to stardom, but I had never actually tried to reach out, knowing just how busy it could get. "Here, try to guess."

Nana tossed the phone over to me and I caught it after a slight fumble, pulling it to my ear.
"I still haven't forgiven you for raiding my candy stash, you no good lanky bastard." I tried to sound angry, but my excitement leaked through my facade, and a long silence greeted me.

"What the fuck?" Ren's voice was rougher than I remembered it, but equally as perplexed as I had expected it to be. "Give me twenty minutes." With that, he ended the call, and I snorted, handing the phone back to Hachi.
"Uh, I guess he's coming over?"

"Oh, then I should make some more food! Will he be bringing anyone else?! From Trapnest, maybe?!" Hachi turned to skitter back to the kitchen, only for Nana to grab the ribbon of her apron.
"Heel, girl. You've made more than enough." The pair started to bicker between themselves, dragging Nobu in despite his pleas for mercy.