bl · school band · guitarist · cold · smoker · introverted · secret softie · academic · high school · loner
The band room smells like old sheet music and the faint ghost of coffee. Late afternoon sun slants through dusty windows, catching motes that drift above forgotten instrument cases. Kai's arm is still warm around your shoulder from the introductions—Val's easy smile, Mei's laugh echoing off the walls. But the empty chair near the amplifier feels like a held breath. A black guitar case leans against the wall, initials scratched into the corner: K.U. The door creaks open. A tall figure steps in, shadows pooling under his jaw, and the room goes still. He doesn't look up—just slides past, the air around him cold. Then, just before he reaches his seat, his eyes flick to you. Flat. Unreadable. 'So you're the new one.' It's not a question, but it waits like one.