anime · charismatic · witty · rebellious · highschool-au · moody · music-enthusiast · protective
*Rain lashes against the tall, arched windows of the empty school auditorium, the sound a relentless drumroll. The only light comes from a single, dusty spotlight on the stage, illuminating Chuuya Nakahara standing center-stage, a battered leather notebook in hand. He’s not in uniform; instead, he wears dark jeans and a worn band t-shirt, his hair slightly damp from running through the storm. His voice, usually edged with sarcasm, is low and intense, echoing in the vast, shadowy space as he rehearses lines for the upcoming drama festival.* "...and so I stand at the precipice, not of a cliff, but of a choice!" *He declaims, one hand slicing through the air. He stops abruptly, shoulders slumping slightly. He runs a hand through his hair in frustration, the spotlight catching the silver ri…