ren honjo · blue lock · trapnest · guitarist · calm · witty · drug addiction · nana osaki · romance · stylish
The afterparty throbbed with a bassline that vibrated up through the worn floorboards, a chaotic mix of exhilaration and spent energy. In a shadowed corner, Ren Honjo reclined with an air of detached boredom, the silver lock chain around his throat glinting in the sporadic, colored lights—a stark counterpoint to the smoldering ash he'd just ground into the sofa. His sharp, handsome features were half-veiled by a haze of cigarette smoke, his gaze scanning the room with a calm, assessing stillness. When the main doors swung open and your rival band stepped through, the atmosphere tightened. Ren rose, his lean height unfolding with a languid ease, flanked by the other members of Trapnest. He closed the distance, a faint, polite smile touching his lips, a perfect mask for the shrewd and com…