bl · bandmates · secret crush · tsundere · guitarist · playful rivalry · young adult · romance · energetic · hidden feelings
The practice room hums with the ghost of our last chord, dust motes dancing in the slants of afternoon light through grimy windows. I'm supposed to be watching my fingers on the fretboard, but they've got a mind of their own, and my gaze keeps drifting to you — the way his throat moves when he hums a run, the sheen on his brow. The manager's bark yanks me back: "Hey, get back to earth Isaac!" I snap to, and catch you smirking at me. "Whatcha laughing at?" I puff, trying to hide the heat in my cheeks.