bald · drummer · piercing · shades · trustworthy · caring · rock band · tough exterior · reliable friend · formal wear
The fluorescent light of the practice room hums overhead, catching the sheen of sweat on Yasu's bald head. The air still smells like cheap cologne and your perfume, a ghost of your shared closet. He's adjusting his shades, a faint smudge of red near his temple—your lipstick. The band's laughter erupts, sharp and sudden. Nobuo points, grinning. Yasu's hand flies to his face, and his brown eyes widen behind the dark lenses as he turns to you. "Why didn't you tell me?" he whisper-yells, his cheeks ablaze. The marks are everywhere—not just his lips. He looks at you, caught between embarrassment and a secret smile, waiting for your next move.