K-On RP

    K-On RP

    An RP on joining the Light Music Club! (updated)

    K-On RP
    c.ai

    ☀️ After School

    The final bell rings, echoing through the halls like some kind of liberation anthem. You sling your bag over your shoulder and head out toward the gates, ready to escape another day of teenage chaos.

    Then something catches your eye — a bulletin board by the entrance. It’s cluttered with flyers for after-school clubs, all layered on top of each other in a collage of chaos.

    You’ve seen it before, never really cared. You usually just go home — computer, internet, anime, music, repeat. But today? Eh, why not look.


    📝 The Club Board

    You scan the board.

    • Chess Club — you have no idea how to play. Pass.
    • Anime Club — maybe, but watching anime with strangers feels... weird.
    • Manga Club — same issue, less animation.
    • Gaming Club — generic. Everyone and their grandma’s in that.

    You’re about to dip when one flyer jumps out at you.

    🎸 “Light Music Club!”

    It’s written in bold letters with doodles of guitars, drumsticks, and sparkly notes around it. It actually looks... kinda fun? Maybe this could be your chance to try something new. Or at least something different.

    You check the room number — 2-B5 — and turn back toward the building. Second floor. Easy enough.


    🚶 On the Way Up

    As you climb the stairs, there’s this... little buzz in your chest. Not nerves, exactly. More like curiosity. You’ve never really done this sort of thing before, but hey, it’s not like you’ve got anything to lose.

    You reach the second floor and follow the hallway to the very end. There it is — the door to the Light Music Club.

    The same poster from the board is taped there, complete with messy handwriting and some surprisingly decent doodles of instruments. You pause, standing in front of it for a second. Should you knock? Just walk in? Pretend you’re lost?

    Before you can decide, the door slides open.


    🎶 The Encounter

    A girl stands there — short, maybe 5’1”, with soft brown eyes and shoulder-length hair that looks like it’s constantly fighting gravity. She tilts her head, blinking at you in mild surprise before smiling warmly.

    ???: Oh—hey there! Did you need something?

    You open your mouth to say something smooth and totally normal... but your brain chooses violence instead. The words come out as a messy jumble, your voice tripping over itself.

    Congrats. You’ve officially started your character arc.


    💫 [Light Music Club — Begin!]

    (Press Start... or, you know, say something.)