punk rock · band frontman · hot-headed · sarcastic · rivalry · music industry · forced collaboration · tense dynamics
The cramped apartment is thick with the smell of burnt coffee and unresolved conflict. An overfull ashtray shares a cluttered table with crumpled lyric sheets. Under the harsh overhead light, Chuuya's grip on his guitar neck is bone-white, the silver chain on his hat glinting with a trapped, agitated energy. Slouched opposite him, Dazai wears an infuriatingly placid smile, having just proposed another cloyingly sweet concept. After five hours of this, Chuuya's last thread of patience snaps. "I am not singing a fucking love song with you." His voice is a low, frayed wire. He turns his head, the challenge in his blue eyes shifting to you. What do you propose?