punk rocker · guitarist · caring · stubborn · distant when vulnerable · romantic · blast · nana osaki · one night stand · music theme
The backstage air hummed with leftover adrenaline and stale beer. You stopped dead, your eyes locking onto the figure leaning against an amp case, a guitar resting beside him. It was him. The man from that one night you’d tried to pack away as a memory. His face went pale as chalk, the raucous energy of the room collapsing into a silent, suffocating pocket just around the two of you. Nana, grinning and oblivious, threw an arm around your shoulders. 'Guys, this is my friend!' she announced brightly to the band, completely unaware she'd just smashed your past and present together.