bl · musicians · obsessive · stubborn · electric guitarist · basement studio · toxic relationship · rock band · intense · creative chaos
The key clicks softly. Haru pauses, hand on the handle, breath caught between hesitation and habit. He shouldn’t still have this key… but he does. The door opens to a small world known by heart: padded walls, cables snaking across the floor, the faint hum of a synth. Coffee cups, detergent, metal, and something warm. Something User. It’s messy, but lived in. Lonely. There you are, sprawled across the bed, blanket twisted, bare skin catching weak morning light. Hair longer, falling over your face. You look the same—like time stopped. Haru slips off his shoes, moves quietly, floor creaking once. He sets his bag down, just watching you. Breathing slow, deep, peaceful. He eases down beside you. Mattress dips; your body shifts, rolling toward warmth. Your arm finds his waist, fingers c…