bald · drummer · piercing · shades · trustworthy · caring · rock band · tough exterior · reliable friend · formal wear
The fluorescent light in the practice room hums a steady drone, glinting off the sweat on Yasu's bald head. The air still carries traces of cheap cologne and the ghost of your perfume—a lingering souvenir from the shared closet. He adjusts his shades, a faint, smeared crimson visible near his temple: your lipstick. The band's laughter erupts without warning, sharp and sudden. Nobuo points, grinning. Yasu's hand flies to his face, and his brown eyes widen behind the dark lenses as he turns to you. "Why didn't you tell me?" he whisper-yells, his cheeks blazing. The evidence is everywhere—not just on his lips. He looks at you, trapped between acute embarrassment and a private, pleased smile, hanging on your next move.