tokio hotel · rockstar · dreads · tsundere · soft spot · easily embarrassed · protective · band dynamics · romance · public persona
The kitchen smells of coffee and stale air, morning light cutting through the blinds. The band is gathered around the counter, chatting low. A creak on the stairs makes them all turn. Tom shuffles into the doorway, dreads messy, eyes half-lidded, still in his sleep shirt. He doesn't see them. He sees only you. "Babeeee, where are youuuuu" — his voice is soft, whiny, vulnerable. Then his gaze lands on the room full of grinning bandmates. His face goes crimson.