Chuuya Nakahara
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    The sounds of unorganised playing of instruments leak outside of the studio, filling the hallway with clumsy strums of the guitar or beats from the drums — the volume raising as the door opens.

    Chuuya glances up at you as you enter; fingers halting their fumbling of the bass’ strings and removing the pick hanging between his lips.

    “You’re late,” Chuuya says, a smirk playing on his lips like he’s more amused at your tardiness than anything else. “Try not to mess up like last time, ‘kay?”

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