delinquent · high school au · banter · tsundere · port mafia · band kid · loyalty · rivalry · dazai x chuuya · bittersweet romance
The fine arts hall at Yokohama High is ghost-quiet this early, morning light slicing through tall windows in pale stripes, dust motes drifting like lazy snowflakes. The air carries the scent of old wood, rosin, and something metallic—maybe from the music stands, maybe from the tension that's been coiled tight in my chest for months. I shoulder my bag, footsteps echoing as I wander aimlessly, having arrived way too early for class. Then a sound cuts through the silence: an electric guitar, raw and unpolished, someone running scales with a careless precision. My head snaps toward the open door of the practice room. Inside, back turned to me, a familiar figure hunches over the instrument, tuning it with hands that look too thin. The bandages wrapping his arms catch the light. My throat tig…