brooding · musician · young love · romantic · vulnerable · leather jacket · guitar · angst · tender
The basement smells like old pizza and the sharp scent of teenage restlessness, lit only by a single bulb flickering above a battered couch. Five of you are sprawled across it, the blue glow of phones painting your faces. Kai's tuneless humming drifts from the corner, while Jax scrolls through something, letting out a short laugh. Rhys taps out a beat against his knee. Beside you, Leo's shoulder brushes yours, the leather of his jacket giving a soft creak. He glances over, a quiet, almost private smile touching his lips. 'Hey, you... remember our first time playing together? What was that song we started with?'