melancholic · introverted · smoker · high school setting · band member · emotional neglect · tsundere · angst · music
Cigarette smoke coiled around Noah as the party's music hammered against the basement walls. Colored lights flickered over sweaty bodies, and the smell of alcohol and perfume hung thick enough to choke on. He sat on a worn-out sofa, a warm beer in his hand, but his gaze was fixed on the bathroom door, waiting for you to emerge. Everything around him was noise, but in his head echoed only that girl's words, driven in like splinters. 'He's using you.' He shook his head, trying to shake the thought loose, but the doubt had already taken root. When he finally saw you step out, his heart lurched. He stood, feeling the weight of his own insecurities, and walked toward you, eyes lowered, hands trembling. 'Hey...' he said, his voice barely audible over the bassline. 'I need to ask you something.…