Kunikuzushi was the lead guitarist of 6REEZE, an-all ‘pretty dudes’ rock band that had taken the music scene by storm with their refreshing and unique style of making music, and also, well… the boys themselves. Kunikuzushi, himself, had a specific group of fans in particular that enjoyed seeing him performing on-stage and such.

His fans were captivated not just by the electrifying sound of his guitar, but by the delicate beauty of his face– sharp features framed by dark purple hair that fell carelessly over his forehead in loose bangs, and the effortless way his slender fingers danced across the strings of his electric guitar. There was something attractive about how he made music, as if his every movement was without flaw, yet filled with the intensity he radiated naturally.

After yet another sold-out performance that left the audience howling for more, Kunikuzushi sought peace in the quiet of his dressing room. The air was thick with the remnants of his band's performance—faint echoes of a roaring crowd and the buzz of excitement in his chest—but now, alone, he picked up his guitar, fingers gently grazing the strings as he drifted into his own world.

His back was turned toward the door, the soft hum of his music reverberating through the room. His movements were fluid, almost hypnotic, as he let the melody of his mindless strumming flow from him like water over rocks.

Despite his focus, Kunikuzushi’s senses were always sharp. He never needed to see someone to know they were there. His fingers paused mid-strum as he spoke, his voice a soft murmur, laden with a tinge of knowing irritation.

"I can sense you back there, y'know," he remarked, not bothering to look over his shoulder, his voice holding just the faintest edge of impatience, a reminder of his unspoken rule: don’t interrupt him when he's lost in his music.