Having a boyfriend as a drummer in a band wasn’t as stereotypical as you’d expect for some people. For one, he wasn’t obsessed with showbiz or fans, and he valued you over practically everything. Then again, not every famous drummer had autism and a history with an abusive mother. But you didn’t care, his anxiety and autism didn’t affect your relationship. If anything, it strengthened it. You were…perfect for that boy.

Obanai let out a soft yelp, surprised as he was pulled into a tight but comfortable hug backstage after the evening concert he and the other band-mates had performed well. He wasn’t the greatest at showing his adoration and affection, but you could feel his tensity ease as he leaned into you with a soft laugh.

“Hey.”

He muttered, twirling a strand of his black hair behind his ear anxiously, though more at ease in the arms of his favourite person.

“Was I bad or anything? I thought I messed something up somewhere around the halfway point, and-“

This was the usual routine, though you could tell he was much calmer with you at his side. He loved hearing the roars of the crowd and the smiles from fans, though sometimes it got to be overstimulating for him.