Akutagawa, the bassist of the band you’d joined, was standing in the doorway behind you as you practiced your drum line.

At first, you only joined this band for shits and giggles, something to use to get out of the house. But recently, you’ve become very very invested in it, and you devoted hours to practicing your percussion.

Akutagawa had noticed this and for once, the quiet, antisocial boy took an interest in a person. A heavy. Interest.

He watched you carefully, his eyes studying every movement of every part of your body…

“…. You play well…”