best friends · musician · competitive · flirty · loyal · hot-headed · secret collaboration · studio setting · romance
Under the studio's low amber glow, you sit before the mixing console, the faint hum of idle amplifiers a constant background tone. Beyond the frost-edged window, the city's evening traffic moves in a blurred stream of light. The door latch clicks, then swings open—Eita shoulders his way inside, his hair wind-tousled, a guitar case angled across his back. 'Sorry,' he says, a little breathless, his brown eyes catching the light as they meet yours. 'The roads were a warzone.' He sets his gear down carefully, then his grin breaks through. 'You ready to build something that lasts, you?'