BlackHole - Aoi/Uruha - 4/?

[candicecandy]

Title: Black Hole

Chapters: 4 / ?

Author: candicecandy and venomousliberty

Genre: AU, romance, fluff

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: excessive cheese and fluff

Pairings: Aoi/Uruha

Summary: Black hole, a massive region of spacetime formed at the beginning of a universe or caused by the gravitational collapse of a dying star, it signifies death and birth, the loss of something that was once beautiful and the creation of life itself. Nothing, including light, is able to escape from it. To Uruha, it’s just a small, creepy livehouse in the pits of Ikebukuro, the place where he’ll meet the man who will change his life forever.

Previous Chapters: 01 / 02 / 03


Chapter Four:

Uruha loved Tokyo and during his five-day stay, he discovered more reasons to love the capital. As much as he loved the coloured neon lights at night, as well as its various attractions and places, there was one thing that he absolutely disliked about it: the crowded subway. The sea of humans that always flooded the trains and stations, especially during rush hour, made him feel really uncomfortable. Not that he hated being around people, but being in an enclosed space with basically no personal space to move or even scratch his nose was driving him crazy.

The train slowly halted to a stop as it arrived in the next station, a soft female voice booming through the speakers, declaring that they had reached Shinjuku station. A sigh of relief escaped his lips when the train finally stopped and the doors opened, and just like what he had been doing these past five days, he allowed the flowing mass of people to carry him out of the train. Once he was outside, the feeling of discomfort haunted him again, not because of the hundreds of faceless people that surrounded him, but because outside of the station, he knew that Aoi was waiting for him.

After their get-together at the bar, he exchanged numbers with the handsome raven and his bandmates, and was again invited by most of them (for the exception of Ayame who was throwing icicle glares at him ever since his successful stage stunt with Aoi) to their band practice in a studio in Shinjuku. He honestly didn’t expect the invitation because he thought last night would be the last time that he’d be seeing Aoi and his band. Thus, without really giving it much thought, he immediately accepted their request. Besides, he figured that Aoi wouldn’t say no for an answer, especially with how the guitarist had flooded his phone with messages last night, saying how happy he was that the other had accepted. He was blushing like a rabid, diehard romantic fangirl last night as he replied to each of the raven’s messages. It was a really good thing that his uncle gave him a room of his own or he would be embarrassing himself by producing unmanly squeals and giggles.

His heart began to pound against his ribcage as he reached the exit, sweat peppering his forehead and the back of his neck as he anxiously looked around, searching for a certain raven-haired male among the crowd. He cocked his head from side to side, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of the guitarist. He found Aoi standing next to a row of framed posters attached on the wall. With a deep breath, he approached the gorgeous raven, trying not to be distracted by how ravishing the musician looked with his cropped jeans and slim-fit shirt. A different pair of dark sunglasses was perched on Aoi’s mop of raven hair, which made him look like a model walking out of a glossy fashion magazine. Wasn’t he trying not to be distracted? He should totally stop ogling the other man. He swallowed hard and tried to look normal, pulling his plump lips to a wide smile when Aoi finally noticed him. “Hey~” he greeted. He would’ve loved to say a complete sentence, but he didn’t trust himself to utter one since his sanity seemed to have abandoned him again.

“Hello, gorgeous!” Aoi pulled down his sunglasses slightly to give the blond a naughty wink. “I’d love to look straight into those beautiful eyes of yours, but unfortunately, unlike you, I’m not a ooooocreature of the day.” The rhythm guitarist faked a painful expression and leaned on the other in a ‘frail’ manner. “All these lights are blinding me!” His left arm dramatically reached out to the source of the brightness while the right one sneakily snaked up to Uruha’s fragile shoulder. Great, his plan was working perfectly! Smiling like a cat who just caught a goldfish, the raven said with an overly cheerful voice, “Now, shall we? The others are still waiting for us.” Not waiting for a reply, he gently pushed the blond forward, arm still circled casually on the object of his affection.

Uruha found the other’s antics very amusing to witness, but the joyful sound of laughter instantly died on his lips as soon as he felt Aoi’s arm around him. He felt his entire body stiffen, his muscles tensed and taut as heat radiating from the musician’s body seeped into his bones and spread through his body like wildfire, burning everything in its path without mercy, including the last ounce of his brain. Instead, he let out a pitiful squeak as some sort of reply and allowed himself to be guided by the raven. He was like a lifeless mannequin in Aoi’s arms as they walked along the busy streets of Shinjuku, clueless to the admiring looks that they were receiving from people, deaf to the dreamy sighs of young females who firmly believed that they were the most beautiful male couple they’d ever seen. Somewhere, in his withering mind, he wished the other man would stop touching him so he could at least get some of his sanity back.

Unlike the oblivious Uruha, those adoring stares didn’t go unnoticed under the brunet’s sharp eyes. The elder knew perfectly well what those girls were thinking about, and to be honest, he didn’t mind being mistaken as a couple with the porcelain doll that was in his embrace. No, scratch that. He wanted them to be mistaken as a couple with the honey blond. The exact timing of his fall could no longer be recalled, all he knew was the fact that he was recklessly in love. As each second slipped away from his fingers, his fondness towards the blond deepened. His original curiosity had long been gone, instead, there was this immense amount of love and affection that threatened to flare up his heart.

He would do anything to keep this precious human being under his own protective shelter, but the question was, would the other let him? A soft sigh escaped those pierced lips when this thought crossed his mind. Once again, he wasn’t as oblivious as Uruha, hence it wasn’t a surprise that he felt the rigid posture of the other young man. Aoi couldn’t decipher the reason behind the blond’s tension, but one thing he knew for sure was that his angel was in discomfort. It saddened him to know that he was mostly likely to be the source of this distress. How could he even protect Uruha when his own being was a suffering for the other? Perhaps he shouldn’t hold onto this ethereal beauty after all. With a bitter smile and a pair of sorrow filled eyes, the raven gently let go of the shoulder that he had been claiming as his, “We’re here.” He nodded towards a tall building, indicating their arrival at their destination.

Uruha immediately avoided Aoi’s gaze as the raven finally let go of him. He was somehow thankful that his intimate closeness to the guitarist had finally ended, but he could hear a small part of him bawling and screaming in complaint. Although he felt very awkward, he would be a hypocrite if he denied the fact that he indeed liked being touched by Aoi. He snapped himself out of his reverie and composed himself, a shaky exhale slipping past his lips as he tried to gain control of his body. He gave the raven a fleeting look, his face glowing with embarrassment when he met with the other man’s piercing sable eyes. “So, this is the place. It… it looks good!” He lamely blurted as he feigned interest on the current establishment. He didn’t even pay attention to what the exterior of the studio looked like. All he knew was that, there was an entrance before them and he couldn’t take being alone with the gorgeous musician any longer. He’d known Aoi for more than a day now, so he should be already used to the rhythm guitarist’s presence. How come he still felt utterly conscious and anxious around him?

“It does?” The raven glanced up at the building questionably. It looked ordinary, just another old building that desperately required a renovation. Never in a million year would a person associate the glory of visual kei artist to this shabby looking establishment, even his tiny single bedroomed apartment has more edge to it. But Aoi was in no mood to tease the blond,“If you say so…” He simply said. Holding the front door open like a gentleman, he softly called out to the other, “Come on now, they’re waiting for us.”

The blond silently inhaled a deep breath as he stepped inside the establishment, trying to avoid Aoi’s eyes. He still wasn’t used to being treated as a princess because obviously, he had only discovered that he could also like guys just recently. Sometimes, he wished he could gain some of his manliness back but Aoi’s masculinity was quite difficult to match. He trailed after the raven as soon as the other had closed the door and together, they walked along a corridor, climbed a flight of stairs and stopped at the first door on the second floor. Once again, Aoi opened the door for him and asked him to come in. Taking another deep breath, he walked inside and was immediately bombarded with cheerful greetings.

“Awwww... Look who’s here! Together!” Kouta had somehow managed to transform his manly self into the perfect portrayal of a high school gossip girl, eyes curved into a crooked moon shape and cheeks threatening to tear apart due to his impossibly wide grin. Mischievously and teasingly, he kept on mocking the two, “Aren’t we all feeling warm and fuzzy here, lovebirds?”

Uruha stiffened at the bassist’s teasing, his cheeks blushing scarlet as he snapped his eyes to the floor, trying to hide his face. Lovebirds? What lovebirds? Him and Aoi? What the hell were these people saying? There was nothing going on romantically between them… right? Or was it that obvious that he harbored a huge crush on Aoi? Oh, hell. He really was bad at hiding his feelings, wasn’t he? He fought the urge to melt like a heated candle next to Aoi and tried to look up. If he didn’t want to be obvious, then he should man up and stop acting like a young innocent virgin (though he really was one, but that wasn’t the point) whenever he was teased. He opened his mouth, preparing to blurt out a really smart retort when the door suddenly flew open and a petite man with a handsome face and layered bleached-blond hair tumbled inside. The mysterious male was panting, a look of shock and horror evident on his youthful visage.

“We have a huge problem, you guys!” He screamed in a loud voice.” I just got a call from Ayame and…” He paused to allow himself some time to catch his breath, only making the other people in the room squirm and gasp with anticipation. He swallowed hard and was about to speak again when he caught sight of Uruha standing next to him. Whatever it was that he was about to say instantly got blown out of his head as he focused all his attention on the beautiful creature beside Aoi. “Oh my fucking god! Who’s this beautiful human being?” He suddenly gushed, heart and sparkles almost literally dancing in his blue eyes. “You’re so gorgeous! Oh, so gorgeous it’s not even funny! Can you be my model for my next project? I won’t say no for an answer! You guys, please introduce me to this insanely beautiful person!”

An urge of obsessiveness shot up to the raven’s brain vigorously as the petite blond expressed his fondness towards Uruha. Gently pulling the celestial beauty behind him, the rhythm guitarist shielded his angel protectively, blocking the overly curious gaze of the intruder with his own body. “What was it that you were going to say, Ruki?”

Ruki pouted and was about to get mad at the guitarist for pulling his future model away from him, when he suddenly remembered the main reason why he suddenly barged in the band’s practice session. “Oh my god, yes! I forgot! Ayame called and he said he’s not going back! He’s quitting as Artia’s lead guitarist and the worst part, that freaking brat even destroyed the costume that I designed! How dare he do that to my creation!!!”

The members, and even Uruha, showed different levels of shock on their faces, but Satoshi looked the calmest of them all. They had no idea why Ayame had done such a thing, but maybe, he got sick and tired of being treated as a brat. But was that enough reason to leave the band without even saying anything? And even tearing his costume to pieces? If so, then he really was a damn kid.

“Did he tell you why he quit? How come he didn’t call any of us?” Satoshi asked, confusion heavily tainted in his voice.

The petite blond crossed his arms over his chest and went back into pouting his lips. “I don’t know! Why are you asking me? I just came here to tell you guys the bad news! But I hate him! If he’s gonna leave, why did he have to destroy the costume I worked so hard to make for him! That ungrateful bastard!”

“Ruki, calm down.” Tsumi’s alleviating voice came out from the microphone that was conveniently in his hand, successfully pausing the unstoppable rage of the stylist, “Instead of bashing on how much that kid was a brat, don’t you think it’d be more efficient for you to start working on a new costume to be ready for our next...” The vocalist suddenly stopped short as a realization dawned on him. He almost looked horrified when he continued again, “Oh shit… our next live is tomorrow.”

Aoi let out a frustrated groan from the back of his throat, lithe fingers unconsciously rubbing his temples as a wave of headache washed over him. “We need to find another guitarist. And find one fast.” The jet black brows were tied into a tight knot just thinking of the seriousness of the situation.

“And where the hell are we supposed to find a guitarist to sub at this time? One day before the live!!!! ” Kouta shouted frenetically. He was definitely was the one with the highest possibility of having a panic disorder out of all the people in this room.

“Who says we need to find another one?” Tsumi’s voice once again rose from the microphone, only this time, it was calm and authoritative. “We already have a guitarist right here with us.” His meaningful eyes were now focusing firmly on the lean figure that was half-hiding behind Aoi’s back.

Uruha gasped, his expression going from confused to utterly horrified. What the hell did they mean that they already have a guitarist? Why were they looking at him as if he was the one that Tsumi was talking about? They must be fucking joking. He felt the urge to curl into a ball and meld with the carpeted floor beneath him, but instead, he clutched on Aoi’s jacket and hid behind him. “W-why are you all looking at me like that? Don’t tell me you’re all thinking of me as your new guitarist!” He blabbered with a shaky voice against the raven’s back, his entire body hot and shaky from the sudden turn of events. They must be out of their minds! He wasn’t a pro and he wasn’t even that good to play for them! How could they expect him to substitute for Ayame? That was absurd! Insane! Crazy! It was definitely the silliest idea in the last twenty years!

The raven gently pried off the rigid grip on his jacket and turned to face the blond. As much as he hated to cause any agony to this delicate porcelain doll, the urgency of the situation was forcing him into a tight corner. There really wasn’t any other better idea than recruiting Uruha as their new member. Though Aoi wasn’t sure whether or not he could object to Tsumi’s suggestion if there wasn’t a time pressure. After all, the idea of having the blond playing next to him in every single upcoming live was such a great temptation. Still holding the hand that was previously clutching tightly on him, he earnestly said with a tender voice while apologies filled his obsidian eyes, “Please, Uruha. We really need your help. Just for once, could you please be Artia’s lead guitarist?” With a volume that was only audible for the other, a string of words were softly whispered into the blond’s ears, “ Please? For me? ”

The blond looked at Aoi with fear in his auburn eyes. No matter what angle he looked at it, the idea was preposterous and stupid! Surely, they could find someone who was much more experienced. His hands went cold and he began to shiver as he continued to gaze at Aoi. He should say no. He couldn’t do it. He was nothing but a guy who secretly played guitar in his room or in front of his close friends. He couldn’t possibly play in front of a live audience. He swallowed and tried to gather his thoughts. “I’m sorry, but I really can’t.” He replied, his voice barely a whisper. “I… I don’t know how.”

“Uruha, please.” Aoi’s voice was laced with sorrow, and his usual piercing onyx orbs softened with pleas, resembling very much of the doey eyes of a lost puppy. Unwilling to give up, he kept on begging the good hearted angel, “We’ve done it before, and we can do it again. It’s just going to be like last night, but this time, we’d practise before the performance. And I’ll be there for you this entire time. So please Uruha, please!” If it weren’t for his masculine image, he probably would even tug on the blond’s hand like a little girl asking for candy from her mother.

Uruha gave the rhythm guitarist a miserable gaze and looked around, seeing the same pleading, puppy dog expression on the other members’ faces. Why did they look at him as if he was their only hope? He felt guilt claw inside his chest. He really felt sorry for the band and he knew that they might cancel their live if they didn’t find a lead guitarist in time. Though Aoi assured him that he would be okay, that the other man would be there for him, he still didn’t trust himself to perform on stage. What if he made a mistake? What if he got stage fright? What if he got cold feet and faint with his eyes wide open even before the live have started? Not only would he embarrass himself, but also the band. He took a deep breath and focused on Aoi again, his dark russet saucers staring at a ridiculously handsome face that gazed back at him as if his life depended on him. Could he really do this? “As… as I’ve said, I’m not good and I’ve never played in front of a live audience till last night. I might make mistakes and embarrass you guys, but I…” He closed his eyes, his shoulders slumping forward as he forced his remaining words out of his throat. “I really want to help you so I will try my best.”

Roars of cheers and laughters bursted out loudly inside the room the moment those words escaped from the blond’s pouty lips, each member was celebrating this joyous moment in their own way. Tsumi and Satoshi both bowed gratefully at their saviour and formally thanked him over and over again. Kouta, on the other hand, had already collapsed on the floor with relief while Ruki, the stylist jumped excitedly around him, screaming things like ‘oh my god!’ and ‘does that mean I get to design a costume for this beautiful creature?’.

As for the rhythm guitarist, he couldn’t contain the exhilaration that was rushing wildly and recklessly within his whole being anymore. Acting entirely on passion and impulse, he reached out for the fragile waist of the blond and pulled his gorgeous angel into a suffocating embrace. He was hugging Uruha so hard that it seemed like his object of his affection was going to fuse into his own body. The elegant smell of jasmine mixed with vanilla was twirling gracefully inside his nostrils, and the other’s heartbeat was pounding lightly against his own chest. The brunet wanted time to stop for him at that exact moment, just so he could hold this ethereal beauty in him arms forever, but fearing of breaking the delicate waist under his iron grip, he still decided to let go of the other. Lightly squeezing the milky hand that was captured by his own, he looked tenderly into a pair of eyes with the most beautiful shade of gold, his own saucers filled with genuine gratitude, and muttered softly, “Thank you.” His appreciation was simple, but he knew nothing more was needed for Uruha to understand his heart.

Uruha didn’t know what to do. He simply stared back at Aoi with wide eyes and his face taking the colour of crimson, utterly surprised at the sudden embrace that he had received from the musician. It happened so fast that all he could do was stay immobile against Aoi as the raven’s sinewy arms wrapped around him, enfolding him in a tight hug that almost made him lose his mind because he was sensing a lot of different things at the same time. Aoi’s hard chest against his own, those powerful strong arms circling his waist, that interesting concoction of musk and ylang-ylang, all of these things overwhelmed his senses, making his heart beat so fast he thought it would jump out of his chest. How could Aoi make him feel this way? The feelings he harbored for the talented guitarist was nothing more than a crush, wasn’t it? Why did he feel as if… Why was he acting as if he…

Oh, shit. Am I in love with him?

That realization filled his entire mind, blotching his entire being like an indelible ink that would be difficult to erase, difficult to vanish. As much as he didn’t want to admit it to himself, he was acting more than a person who has had a crush. This deep longing to see Aoi again, the funny way his heart moved in his ribcage, and his thoughts being plagued by the sight of that handsome face and those piercing eyes, weren’t those signs of being in love? He tried not to fall over as his knees struggled under his weight. Though it was hard, he tried to collect himself and wake up from his inner turmoil. He opened his mouth, planning to say a quick ‘welcome’ to the raven when Kouta interrupted him.

“Pleeeeease, you guys!” Kouta rolled his eyes dramatically once he found out the guitar pair was looking too intensely at each other again.”Just get married already, seriously.” Earning himself a slap on the head by Tsumi, but that didn’t stop him from going on, “Or at least just get a room.” And there was another slap by Satoshi.

“Oh don’t worry. We’re going to my room right now.” The raven said with a sarcastic tone and  gave their bassist the magic finger, upon returning to Uruha, his gaze was melted by tenderness again, “Come on, we have tons of work to do now.” With hands still connected firmly together, the charismatic musician turned and casually led their way out of the studio, as if walking hand in hand with the blond was just another instinct that was natural to him.

As for Uruha, once again, he was too dumbfounded to react, his brain busy processing that wonderful sensation brought by holding Aoi’s hands, as the raven dragged him out of the studio.

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After twenty minutes, Uruha found himself standing in the middle of Aoi’s living room, his hand still being hostaged by the raven, as if the rhythm guitarist had claimed his right over it. Once they’d stepped out of the studio, he’d lost all drive to take his hand back because what was the use of asking Aoi to let go of him when he was secretly enjoying the gesture? Instead of acting like a lovestruck teenager, he might as well live in the moment.

His eyes roamed around, taking in the sight of Aoi’s small yet very neat living room. It looked just like a typical single man’s flat with the exception of the various guitars and music books that decorated the place. There was a single couch in one corner of the room and a flat-screen TV across it. “Um… your place looks nice.” He mumbled to break the unnerving silence between, wondering as to how long they’d continue holding hands or if Aoi even had any plans of letting him go. He didn’t mind staying like this forever with the raven, frankly speaking. Wait. What was he thinking? Even if he wanted to, he knew he couldn’t. How would they both play guitar if they refused to let go of each other?

“Well, it’s not much.” The brunet’s thumb faintly traced over the smooth skin on the back of Uruha’s hand, sending pulses of electrifying sensation down his spine, “But definitely enough for two people.” He smiled mildly, hoping the other could decipher the meaning behind his seemingly casual comment. An occasional visit of the blond wasn’t what he desired, it was the residency that he truly wished for. Wouldn’t it be a dream come true to wake up to such a beautiful face every morning? Noticing how far off his thoughts have traveled, the rhythm guitarist awkwardly coughed, “Oh look, I almost forgot. Would you like something to drink?” Reluctantly, he finally let go of the softest palm that he’d ever held and made his way over to the tiny kitchen, gathering the scattered music sheets on the counter while he offered the gesture of hospitality.

Uruha blinked as his eyes followed Aoi, finally getting out of his stupor. “Yes, a drink would be nice.” He said in a low voice as he began to shift nervously in the middle of the living room, confused as to what he should do with himself. Should he sit down on the couch and make himself home or go to the kitchen and maybe help Aoi clean his countertop?

Aoi somehow managed to walked back with an electric guitar, a glass of iced tea, and a pile of music sheets all in his hand, “Here you go.” He set the glass on the little coffee table beside the couch and gestured the blond to sit down on the cushion, “So here are the music sheets. And don’t worry, it’s only an event live tomorrow, so we’ll only be playing six songs.” With a reassuring grin, the raven handed both the guitar and the sheets to the newly crowned lead guitarist, then slumped down on the floor in front of the other’s feet, looking like a child who was  waiting excitedly for his favourite TV show to begin.

The blond sighed in relief before looking at the music sheets in his hand, sifting through the papers. Most of the notes didn’t seem too difficult to learn though it would definitely take time to get the hang of some of the parts, especially the guitar solos. He looked down at Aoi, biting back a smile on his lips as he realized how cute the other looked like as he sat on the floor like a ten-year old boy. “So, I guess we should start now?” He said and looked at the music sheets again, not wanting to be distracted by Aoi’s piercing gaze. If he would get some work done, he should try not to let the other guitarist’s presence crumble his concentration. “What song should we practice first?”

“We can start anytime you want, my dear.” Oh god, that just came out, didn’t it? The brunet tried to hide the pink tint that climbed up to his cheeks and continued speaking, “And we should start with ‘Seraph’.” He pointed at the title on one of the piece of paper. “Don’t worry, it’s a new song, so everyone is still learning it. You’re not alone.” A playful wink was added at the end in his attempt to make up for his clumsy act earlier.

Uruha couldn’t help but smile at what the other man had said. He just didn’t know if he was happy because he’d only have to learn six songs or because the raven called him ‘dear’. It must be a slip of the tongue for all he knew, but still, his pathetic little heart couldn’t help but make crazy three-sixties in his chest. “Um… okay.” He replied before picking up the guitar next to him.

Sensing the nervousness of his new partner, or maybe he was still trying to make up for the ‘dear’ slip, Aoi leaned in to the blond and said with a low voice, as if he was telling the other the secret of the century, “You know what?” His midnight dark orbs glanced around their surrounding cautiously, even though they were the only two persons in the room, “I think these should be easy to you. Ayame wasn’t that good of a guitarist anyway.” The raven rolled his eyes dramatically, faking a whiny expression. “I only gave him the position of the lead because he’s young, and I was taught not to snatch a candy away from a baby’s hand.” He pouted cutely and inflated his cheeks, looking like a five year old kid who was forced to give up his favourite toy to his younger brother.

A small laugh erupted from Uruha’s throat. Though he knew it was rude to make fun of Ayame, he couldn’t help but feel amused at Aoi’s joke, especially the funny and adorable expression on his face. Again, the poor organ in his chest made weird movements, but he was glad that he managed to remain calm. He raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk present on his plush lips. “Well, aren’t you a thoughtful uncle?” He joked and laughed. Despite the overwhelming emotions and nerve-wracking moments he had suffered being with Aoi, he was relieved that he was beginning to learn how to control his feelings and actions, that he was slowly getting used to acting naturally around this gorgeous male who suddenly turned his life upside down.

The raven was slightly taken aback, his obsidian saucers widened with delight, sparkles of hope and bliss flickered upon his irises, resembling a cloudless night with hundreds of twinkling stars embedded on the midnight sky. His angel was finally acting “normal” around him! Perhaps his dream of having this gorgeous blond beside him wasn’t as hopeless as he thought. It was always great to know that you were not constantly scaring your crush to death. The brunet snickered at the idea, then replied with a funny face, “Only sometimes.” He was about to wink when he suddenly realized the other’s implication. “Eh?! Oi, did you just say that I’m an uncle?!” His handsome face was filled with overexpressed horror. “I’m that not old! My skin is so not saggy at the age of twenty-four!” He cupped his cheeks protectively, as if proving that he was not in need of any facelift surgery at this point.

Uruha just raised an eyebrow at the guitarist, inwardly amused with the other’s reaction and he felt proud of himself because he could now shoot back to Aoi’s teasing. “Oh, so you’re only twenty-four? You sure don’t look like it.” He teased again, enjoying the shocked look on the usually composed raven. Out of impulse, he poked Aoi’s nose and ignored the dumbfounded expression on the musician’s face. He picked up the guitar instead and cradled it in his lap, pretending not to notice the low chuckle that he had coaxed from the raven.

After a few more teases and retorts, they finally got serious in practicing and the entire day was spent with the sound of guitars bouncing off the walls of Aoi’s living room, which was accompanied by a few hushed words, a couple of light-hearted jokes, numerous fleeting touches and uncountable moments where both obsidian and auburn eyes collide.

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