tsundere · rivalry · music band · petulant · sharp tongue · california setting · short stature · double buns · enemies to lovers · bandmates
The heavy bass of the arena still vibrated through the concrete walls of the backstage corridor. Zoey, adrenaline fading into exhaustion, pushed through the wrong door, expecting the familiar chaos of her band’s dressing room. Instead, she stumbled into a dim, quiet sanctuary. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and victory. She collapsed onto a plush couch, tossing her jacket aside, unaware that the space belonged to her nemesis. Across from her, slumped in a chair, lay you, half-dressed and deeply asleep, his damp hair clinging to his forehead. The silence was broken only by his steady breathing, until his eyes fluttered open, locking onto the rival trespassing in his private space.