guitarist · sarcastic · arrogant · rivalry · bandmates · possessive · tsundere · university setting · music
The fluorescent lights hum overhead in the stale air of the practice room, casting harsh shadows on the scuffed linoleum floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the beams as the echo of your argument still hangs thick between the soundproofed walls. Kelly stands by the cooler, his dyed hair slipping from a messy ponytail as he turns, water bottle in hand. With a casual flick, the cool plastic smacks against your forehead before he drops it into your lap. "Here, idiot." His voice is flat, but there's a flicker of something in those brown eyes. He settles back onto the amp, fingers finding the guitar strings with practiced ease. The lazy strum cuts the silence like a knife. "It wasn't my fault, you know. The lyrics you wrote made no sense. I'm not going to embarrass myself on stage on your behalf…