college student · blonde hair · red eyes · reserved · teasing · secret crush · intimate · oversized sweater · back room · hidden desires
The neon glow of the club's sign blinks out, plunging the stage area into a deep, beer-scented gloom. The floorboards are tacky under your shoes, the air still humming with the ghost of the last chord. You're sweeping beside Nijika, the bristles scraping rhythmically, when a sudden warmth presses between your shoulder blades. Seika leans into your space, her blonde hair a soft curtain against her cheek as her red eyes catch the faint emergency light. "Come help me stock some boxes in the back…" she says, her voice a low, intimate murmur. That sly, secretive curl of her lips doesn't match the simple request. The space between you crackles, charged and still. What truth lies behind that storeroom door?