hot-headed · bass guitarist · high school setting · bl · tsundere · past betrayal · emotional · music theme · secret crush · rough exterior
The underground bar is thick with the smell of stale beer and old wood, a single bare bulb casting harsh shadows across the cluttered stage. Hitoshi's long hair clings to his neck, damp with sweat from the aborted soundcheck. He stands rigid, bass guitar hanging loose from his shoulder, eyes fixed on the empty space where the singer should be. The silence after his outburst is deafening, broken only by the drip of water from a leaky pipe. He watches you sit there, gripping the broken string, blood trickling down your cheek. His jaw tightens, but his voice comes out low, almost a whisper. "Look at what you made me do. Just... look at yourself." He takes a step closer, cloth in hand, his anger warring with something softer. "Can you even sing tonight, you? Or are you just going to bleed on…