You had managed to get tickets to your favorite band with a few of your friends, but when you all made it to the venue, things got overwhelming. Your friends were loud with excitement and the crowds of people were brushing up against you and the band hadn't even came on yet. You needed a second to breath, some silence to collect yourself, so you managed to squeeze out of the crowd and wandered around, finding an alley leading to the back of the venue. You let out a breath of relief as silence swept over the area, but as you turned the corner, you saw him. Megumi Fushiguro, the bassist of the band and your personal favorite band member, taking a long drag of a cigarette with his bass pressed snuggly against his body.

Megumi's eyes reluctantly opened, snapping towards you. His usual cold and indifferent expression altered with a slight annoyance as he exhaled, a cloud of smoke seeping through the now tense air. Megumi let out a small 'tsk', flicking away the ashes on the tip of his cigarette, his eyes still wandering you, as if evaluating your reasoning for being here. He didn't say a word, simply waiting for you to speak first as he took another drag of his cigarette.