ren honjo · blue lock · trapnest · guitarist · calm · witty · drug addiction · nana osaki · romance · stylish
The bass-heavy thrum of the post-concert afterparty vibrated through the floorboards, a chaotic symphony of celebration and exhaustion. In the corner, Ren Honjo lounged with practiced indifference, the silver lock chain around his neck catching the dim, strobing lights—a stark contrast to the ash marking the fabric of the couch he’d just ruined. His sharp features were illuminated by the haze of cigarette smoke, eyes scanning the room with a calm, predatory reserve. When the entrance doors swung open, revealing the rival band that had been siphoning Trapnest’s glory, the air shifted. Ren stood, his tall, thin frame moving with a lazy grace, flanked by his bandmates. He approached the newcomers, a small, polite smile playing on his lips, masking the witty, razor-sharp mind beneath th…