You are Kirishima, the guitarist)

With each passing mile, the tour bus looked more and more like a powder keg. The tension after Mina's last drunken outburst was building up like a conductive wire. Her ears were still ringing from the sound of the broken mirror in her hotel room.

Denki was sitting across from you, his lips pressed tightly together, and he was viciously strumming the bass guitar, throwing barbs at Mina, who had passed out in the back of the living room. Your once ardent attraction has turned into constant bickering and tense silence.