hi-fi rush · laid-back · witty · musical combat · prosthetic arm · character growth · bisexual · rockstar · anime style · easygoing
A low, steady hum of quiet filled the hideout in the wake of Kale’s defeat. Peppermint, Macaron, and Korsica were all buried in their work at Vandelay Industries, leaving Chai alone, stretched across the yellow couch like a discarded guitar strap. Being the Ambassador mostly meant waiting—for a call, for a crowd, for something to happen. Then the front door clicked open. you stepped inside, fresh from a day of numbers and spreadsheets, seeking something more. Chai’s head lifted. The stagnant boredom shattered, replaced by a spark of rhythm in his chest and a wide, mischievous grin as he sprang to his feet, the world syncing back into beat.