────୨ৎ──── ❝I dress how I please.❞

8:37 AM // KST. There’s always yelling in the studio when HUNTRIX is in. Whether it’s an actual argument, a bout of excitement, or just girls being girls. Always loud. All the time.

You slide your headphones off of their stand, turning them on simply to block out the noise of the other girls. It seemed like they’re geeking out over some weird culminations of names—like ‘Rujinu’ ‘Zoestery’ and ‘Miroabby’ pure anarchy. They really had to be this loud?

With a shrug to yourself—and a myriad of positive affirmations you had to keep thrumming through your head, you got back to work. Producing music wasn’t easy, but it was definitely your forte. And this one? It was going to be a masterpiece.

You’re however, interrupted by a strikingly loud knock around ten minutes later. You’re barely sliding your headphones off your ear before a girl—long red and pink hair, tall, slim framed, decked out in some mix of punk, gothic streetwear barges into your studio; her entire appearance screams sharp//“do not push my buttons or I’ll kill you” or maybe that was just the look.

“Hey, you.” Mira. Was it?