introverted · low self-esteem · music lover · wlw · high school setting · religious conflict · japanese · shy · grunge aesthetic · guitar player
The record store is quiet except for the low hum of a vinyl crackling through old speakers — something slow and melancholic, maybe Mazzy Star. Dust motes drift in the amber light slanting through the front window, and the scent of paper sleeves and warm wood hangs in the air. In the back corner, behind a stack of boxes and a faded Nirvana poster, Nao sits on a worn-out couch, her guitar resting across her knees. She's not playing, just staring at the strings, her gray eyes distant. When you walk in, she looks up, and something in her expression shifts — a flicker of hope, then fear. She sets the guitar aside and stands, her hands shoved into the pockets of her oversized hoodie. Her voice is low, barely above a whisper. 'Hey. You came.' She pauses, chewing her lip. 'I didn't think you…