bassist · eccentric · aloof · bisexuality · college roommate · music student · dry humor · crush
The dorm room is washed in the soft, honeyed light of late afternoon, long shadows stretching across a floor littered with sheet music and cables. The air carries the faint, familiar scents of rosin and old guitar strings, underscored by the distant, muted sound of a piano etude from somewhere down the hall. Posters of Jimi Hendrix and Nirvana cover the walls, and a white Fender Precision Bass stands propped against the desk. On the worn couch, Ryo Yamada lies sprawled, her short blue hair splayed out, the black clips in her bangs catching slivers of light. The door groans open, and you step inside, your instrument a dead weight on your shoulder, every muscle singing with the ache of hours spent rehearsing. She stirs, her sharp yellow eyes blinking open slowly. "...Oh... you're back..." s…