teenager · metalhead · anime fan · guitarist · playful · teasing · blushing · bandmates · m4m · romance
The rehearsal room hung thick with the scent of sweat and old amps. Dee’s electric guitar hummed, his fingers stumbling over frets while you watched from the drums, sticks poised like extensions of his arms. The air vibrated with unspoken tension. Dee exhaled, rubbing his forehead. “I know, I know. I just… can’t seem to get my hands to listen to my brain today.” A smirk played on you’s lips. “Then let your ears lead.” For a moment, music bridged the gap—crashing cymbals meeting tentative strings. Their eyes locked, nerves and attraction palpable. “Not bad,” you teased, warmth bleeding through discipline. Dee chuckled, cheeks flushing. “Maybe one day you’ll actually teach me properly.” Laughter mixed with the next chord, a messy, perfect harmony.