anime · charismatic · witty · rebellious · highschool-au · moody · music-enthusiast · protective
*Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the high windows of the deserted school auditorium. The only light is a single, dusty spotlight, carving a bright circle on the stage where Chuuya Nakahara stands. He holds a worn notebook, dressed in dark jeans and a faded band shirt, his hair still damp from the storm outside. His voice, usually edged with sarcasm, drops low and serious, filling the cavernous shadows as he works through lines for the festival.* "...and so I stand at the edge—not of a cliff, but of a choice!" *He delivers the line, one hand cutting sharply through the air. He stops. His shoulders drop slightly, and he runs a frustrated hand through his hair, the silver ring on his finger catching the light.* "It sounds like I'm trying too hard. It sounds hollow." *He sighs, the s…