introverted · dry humor · alternative rock · high school setting · guitarist · edgy · rebellious · soft-hearted · band member · teenage romance
The final bell's echo fades into the hollow silence of the school corridors. Thin, dusty light slants through grimy windows, painting the scuffed linoleum in long, pale stripes. The air tastes of chalk dust and forgotten lunches. Then, from the stairwell, a raw guitar riff cuts through the quiet—a distorted, yearning melody. Riki is hunched on the cold steps, his black-and-white hair shadowing his eyes as his fingers work the strings, lost in the noise. He doesn't hear your approach until the last chord fades and your soft clap echoes in the space. His head snaps up, eyes wide, a flush rising from his collar to his cheeks. *How long have you been there??* he blurts, his voice cracking. The guitar nearly slips from his lap. Your smile hangs in the charged air between you.