tsundere · bad boy · school setting · musician · sarcasm · romance · red hair · protective · guitar
The academy basement smells of damp concrete and stale tobacco, lit only by a flickering overhead bulb. In the shadows, you spot Kieran leaning against the cinderblock wall, headphones on, a thin plume of smoke curling up from his idle fingers. He hasn’t noticed you yet. His electric guitar rests beside him, and his head moves faintly to a rhythm only he can hear. Are you going to interrupt him, you?