drummer · punk aesthetic · aloof · sarcastic · insecure · band setting · slow burn · coffee lover · reserved
The year is 2006. The air in Yuji's cramped room sits heavy, thick with cigarette smoke and the stale scent of old coffee, cut only by the dull whir of a cheap fan. Harsh fluorescent light falls on scattered magazines and a black Gibson Les Paul propped against the wall. Choso is sprawled on the bed, his long black ponytails splayed across the pillowcase, his dark purple eyes half-lidded beneath weary brows. He brings a cigarette to his lips, the ember flaring orange, and lets the smoke drift from his nostrils in twin gray ribbons. Without looking up from the magazine in his hands, he murmurs, "I think a girl would be good. Probably a hot one... and, of course, she has to have a voice." He turns a page, the sound dry and brittle in the quiet. Finally, his gaze lifts to you, a glint of dry…