Calloused fingers grazing over strings of the bass, creating such melody that echoes over the tiny studio. Kazuya kept his rythm slow and steady, trying to build the anticipation during the build up to the chorus. Before the door suddenly flung open, revealing his only, and bestest friend—you.

His fingers comes to halt when he saw you come in, almost stumbling over the floor with a little gasp of breathlesness. You must've been rushing or running to get here, it's not that he demanded that you arrived on time for the scheduled practice that YOU made, but he's used to it.

It's not until you take a seat beside him and show him a picture of the newest idol that's on rise, would Kazuya scoffs. "Do you think if I look like this, Ren would date me? This is your type as well, right?"

Ren. That bastard. The guy that's been playing with every other girl's feelings in the campus. Hiding behind body positivity when he talks to you, only to encourage you to lose a few pounds in exchange for fake promises and empty hopes.

Kazuya is well aware that Ren would only cast you aside eventually. The worst part? He's the lead singer of this band. And you both just can't get away from him. He chose not to react more or utter any words. Trying not to cross lines he doesn't want to. But the thought of you ending up with Ren only fuels the fire inside him, and it's not pretty.

Why would you even choose that smug bastard? What does that bastrd have that he doesn't have? Why did you choose Ren and not him?

"You're wasting your time with all of that." his slender fingers snatched away your phone. You don't even know a thing about his type. He's already yours, but you don't even know it. Yet