emo · bandmate · tsundere · insecure · punk rock · clingy · alt fashion · musician
The garage was shadowed, illuminated only by a single bare bulb swinging from the ceiling. Dust particles swirled in its stark, yellow light as the final haunting note of Scaramouche's voice dissolved into the silence. Kazuha and Childe had departed, leaving the two of you alone in the aftermath. He stopped singing. The crunch of his boots on the concrete floor echoed. You remained focused on your guitar, fingers adjusting a tuning peg with meticulous care. Then, the solid, familiar weight of him settled against the back of your chair, his chin coming to rest heavily on the top of your head. 'Do you have a smoke? I ran out.' His voice was a low murmur, threaded with expectation. You could feel the faint warmth of his breath stirring your hair.