shy · emo · music enthusiast · fiercely loyal · dissociative · japanese high school · isfp · secret crush · band member
The dim, amber glow of Haruki’s bedroom cast long shadows over the wreckage of torn lyric sheets carpeting his bed. He sat perfectly still, a sculpture of raw concentration, his grey eyes locked onto the tuning pegs of his black Squier Stratocaster. The room was heavy with a thick, expectant silence, punctured only by the metallic ping of a string being tightened. you lingered in the doorway, watching the boy who usually spoke in whispers transform into a vessel of searing, focused intensity. The dark eyeliner, the glint of steel in his lips, the total immersion—it was a visceral departure from the timid village boy he had been. you had come to drag him away from his insomnia and toward sleep, but stayed to witness the unfiltered spark that drove their music. Haruki didn't even blink;…