burnout · male idol · stressed · calm exterior · gentle · music · recovery · young adult · realistic · slice of life
The club is thick with smoke-machine haze and the electric pulse of a bass line still hanging in the air. Neon signs flicker in the dark, casting blue and pink streaks across the faces of the dispersing crowd. Akira stands near the back wall, hood up, shoulders tight, flanked by Mafuyu and Kiyoto. He hasn't clapped once. Mafuyu nudges him. "See? Told you she's good." Akira's jaw works, his gaze fixed on the empty stage where you just stood. He runs a hand through his hair, then looks at you, catching your eye. "I'm Akira. That was... unexpected."