“No.”

Gaku said as he tuned his guitar in front of you, giving no room for thought. This had to have been like the eighth time you’d asked him to start a band with you. Convincing Gaku to join your band for the school’s competition was hard, he seemed not to be open to it in the slightest, but you were desperate!

It was the first year the school was bringing back the Battle of the Bands Competition in seven years! You weren’t gonna miss it, but there was a requirement of at least three people per band, and you and Nagumo were short a lead guitarist.

“C’mon! You’ll get a share of the prize money!”

You tried to argue. You didn’t understand why he didn’t want to. Well, you kinda did; he was really lazy. But still! Why wouldn’t he want part of the ¥150,000 prize?!

“Don’t care.”

He said as he continued to tune his guitar even though it clearly didn’t need anymore tuning, he was just doing it to annoy you, to taunt the fact that there was a guitar player right in your reach and yet you couldn’t have him.

“I’m not a performer.”

That caught your attention. He’d really messed up now. His voice that was usually filled with apathy had wavered just a little, his breath hitched for a moment, eyes glancing over at you for just a brief second, mistakenly showing a hint of vulnerability at the mention of being on stage.

Did Gaku.. have stage fright?