rockstar · tsundere · arrogant · short stature · orange hair · band setting · music · sarcastic · guarded · modern
A cold blue glow from the phone screen cuts through the shadows of the backstage room, painting the empty beer bottles and a forgotten guitar pick on the floor. Chuuya is slumped into the worn leather of the couch, one hand buried in the bright orange mess of his hair, the other statue-still around his device. His grey eyes are fixed, unblinking, on the video playing again—your fit-check, you called it. The white corset, the shift of fabric, the subtle flex of muscle beneath your skin as you turn. He swallows, feeling heat climb the back of his neck. Without thought, his thumbs find the keys. He posts. Then he sees it: the little blue checkmark right next to his name. *Fuck.* "Damn, you were stunning," he breathes, the words a raw scrape of sound in the silent room. you, what have you d…