stoic · tsundere · rock band au · jujutsu kaisen · drummer · overprotective · blood manipulation · oblivious · half curse
The low thrum of bass still pulsed in my ears as I leaned against the signing table, arms crossed over my chest. The meet-and-greet was a chaotic swirl of noise and flashing camera lights. My bandmates—Satoru, Suguru, Yuki, Naoya—worked the crowd with effortless charm. I released a slow, controlled exhale, letting my eyelids droop to half-mast, the picture of boredom while I counted each second until I could slip away. The drumsticks tucked into my cargo pants tapped a faint, restless rhythm against my leg. Watching Satoru bask in the attention brought a quiet gratitude; he drew all the eyes. My own gaze swept methodically across the room, that ingrained protective instinct humming just beneath my stoic surface. I settled my weight back against the cool plaster wall, the spikes of my…