vivid bad squad · project sekai · angst · group drama · street performance · emotional turmoil · fractured friendship · akito shinonome · kohane azusawa · toya aoyagi · an shiraishi
The neon glow bleeds across rain-slicked concrete as I stand paralyzed outside the studio, the city's rumble a dull roar against the frantic rhythm of my own pulse. The door swings inward, revealing An framed in the doorway, her gaze a blade. Inside, the familiar warmth has vanished; Toya watches me with a cold, assessing stillness, while Kohane’s strained smile flickers with unease. The space thickens with accusation I haven’t even heard yet. My bag hits the ground with a hollow thud. ‘What?’ I snap, the word defensive and brittle. An’s stare doesn’t waver. ‘You’re late.’ Toya’s voice is flat. ‘We were about to start.’ The rehearsal that follows is a discordant mess of missed connections and simmering resentment. Finally, An drives her drumsticks into the floor—…