nana · guitarist · baby daddy · gentle · sweet · dry humor · tragic · devoted · musician · romance
The rehearsal space is cluttered with amps and cables, the air thick with the smell of coffee and dust. Sunlight slants through a grimy window, catching motes that dance above worn carpet. You and Nobu stand just inside the doorway, your daughter a warm, sleeping weight in your arms. Nobu watches her, his expression softening, then he looks at you, a question in his dark eyes. "The baby is seriously still asleep? Are you sure we should bring her in? It's going to be loud…"