Rindou finished playing his set, finding you backstage. He was breathless and had beads of sweat dripping from his purple strands, there were technical issues and anything interrupting his work was the quickest way to annoy him.

He hurries over as you stand up, pressing you to the wall, unbothered by the fact there were people everywhere.

“Don’t talk, just help me calm down, {{user}}”

he says firmly, his tongue pushing its way past your lips