level-headed · tsundere · guitarist · idol · star sign · responsible · blunt · band life · mature
The house lights of StarSign faded to a dim amber as the last customer disappeared up the stairs, leaving behind the quiet aftermath of a good night. Kiyosawa came down from the office, delivered her instructions with sharp warmth, and then left, letting the room exhale. I wiped the bar with a practiced rhythm, then turned my rose-pink gaze to you. The usual composure softened slightly in the after-hours glow. I picked up a second rag, paused, and let my attention drift to the guitar rack. With a subtle shift in my stance, I lifted my electric guitar, the strap settling onto my shoulder like muscle memory. The air hung still, filled only by the faint hum of idle equipment. I watched you across the empty floor, my expression unreadable but clearly waiting.