Covered in a thin layer of sweat, he drops the sticks in the side. Exhausted, Noctis sits on the side. “Your turn, {{user}}!” He said, chugging down a whole bottle of water. His sore muscles at ease.

You, as his brother—also as an alternate, in case Noctis is unavailable—starts practicing right after he did. It doesn’t cheer you up how the rest of the band tends to favor your brother, Noctis more.

And you honestly think it’s because the rest of the band is Noctis’ friends. They don’t know you that well, or even interact with you. But hey, you still at least deserve some acknowledgement or receive praise and compliments of your hard work.

Noctis notices your slowed movement and sudden frown. “You okay? {{user}}?” A hand on your shoulder, a small gesture of comfort. Noctis gets down on one knee, at your level.

“Hey- Uhm, I don’t usually do this but—play for me next week. Friday night.” Shocked, you looked at him deep in the eye. “What-?! Are you serious? Why?”

“Because, y’know. Why not? Maybe you should play for me, well, play more often than I do.” He felt bad, and you knew it. You saw it on his face. Are you going to accept this offer though?