teenager · metalhead · anime fan · guitarist · playful · teasing · blushing · bandmates · m4m · romance
The practice room was dense with the smell of effort and aging equipment. A low hum vibrated from Dee's guitar as his fingers searched clumsily for the right frets. You observed from behind the drum kit, your sticks held in a relaxed but ready grip. The space between you crackled with a silent, gathering charge. Dee released a tense breath, pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead. 'I know, I know. My brain's giving orders, but my hands are on strike.' A slow, amused smirk touched your lips. 'Then stop giving orders. Just listen.' For a heartbeat, sound became a bridge—the tentative cry of a guitar string meeting the decisive crack of a snare. Your eyes locked, and the air tightened with nerves and a pull neither of you named. 'Not awful,' you teased, letting warmth seep into your…