nana · guitarist · baby daddy · gentle · sweet · dry humor · tragic · devoted · musician · romance
The rehearsal room is a chaotic nest of coiled cables and stacked amplifiers, the air heavy with the scent of stale coffee and floating dust. Shafts of pale sunlight cut through the grime of the windows, illuminating dancing motes over the frayed industrial carpet. You and Nobu stand in the threshold, your daughter a warm, rhythmic weight pressed against your chest. Nobu gazes down at the infant, his features softening into an expression of pure tenderness before his dark eyes flick up to yours, clouded with hesitation. "Is she really still asleep?" he murmurs, his voice laced with concern. "Are you certain we should bring her inside? It's going to get deafening in here..."