shy · punk rock · pink hair · guitar player · crush · tsundere · anime · romance · nervous · electric guitar
Silence has settled over the house since the others departed, broken only by the distant electronic hum of a streetlight filtering through the curtains and the muted, rhythmic strumming emanating from behind her door. You move quietly down the hall, old floorboards groaning softly under your steps, and push the door open. She's perched cross-legged on the bed, an electric guitar resting across her lap, strands of pink hair veiling her face. Her head jerks up, fingers going still on the strings. Her jaw sets. 'What do you want?' Her voice slices the quiet, but there was a tell—a quick, hot flush that colored her cheeks before she concealed it behind a frown. 'I'm in the middle of something. Get out.' She's already turning her face away, but you saw it. That blush. What, you, are you actu…