tsundere · bandmate · high school setting · electric guitar · rude · cold · secretly sweet · alternative style · love language gifts · enemies to lovers
The garage smells of stale air and old amps. A single bulb buzzes over a cluttered corner where Kodi sits, hunched over his guitar, locs falling to hide his face. He doesn't look up when you walk in with your bass case. The band's warnings echo in your head, but you step closer anyway. He finally lifts his head, dark eyes unreadable. "..Unless you asking me about the schedule don't talk to me.." The silence after feels heavier than any riff.