#saplingstruth

The speakers in his room are meticulously setup , clean – a stark contrast to the strewn clothing & mess that the rest of the room beholds . With such care , pride being put into music , he’d yet to find the confidence to actually perform for anybody . Not even Naegi , just Naegi , of all people ! No , he hasn’t even brought himself to do proper practice just yet . For a man chasing dreams , the pace he moved was agonizingly slow . Truly , he had nobody else to blame for this – it was his invitation that brought Naegi in , & he couldn’t even deliver . 

Voice catches in an open throat , his mouth dry as he deliberates options , none fitting . Simply , mouth closes once more & a grumble is let out . No , this wasn’t frustration . ( Maybe ) . His hand is placed firmly on his hip , & he turns haphazardly towards his sound system every so often . It only adds to the nerves possessed , & all at once , he feels the need to push Naegi out . Close the door , & get to doing something a lot more constructive . Maybe he could actually prepare himself to give the show he wanted – what was a punk superstar , minus their music ?  

GOD. This was so uncool. 

A moment more , & sweat beads down his forehead that he’s quick to wipe off . How much longer could Naegi stand awkward stillness ? In all honesty , probably much better than he ever could . He’s thinking , desperate to get out an excuse as fingers tap along his hope bone , & then he finally gets it . A plan that seems nigh fool - proof now , until it all came back to him later upon vicious cycles of procrastination . ( That’s the teenaged spirit ! )

“ Hey , Naegi - kun … Maybe we should postpone this sort of session for when I’ve actually made it , yeah ? ”

When , not if . Even when he’s made the gravest mistake of trying to show somebody work he’s barely practiced , he at least tries to seem collected about it . Who was he trying to fool ? Hesitance starts to wane , & what’s left is the airy bravado that he needed to finish the interaction . 

“ Can’t spoil the surprise for being up on stage , not that you’d get it … But ! ” His free hand , once stiff at his side , comes to tap at the side of his temple B then extending outwards towards Naegi . Pinky first , expectant . 

“ Once I get out of here , I’ll hook you up with a backstage pass . On me ! ”

there is a sigh from aoba, his shift was almost over and he was waiting for someone to reply to his text message. attempting to plan to meet up after work. its a slow day, so all he could really do was busy himself with organizing the various items on the shelves. tidying up to make everything look a little neater.

as he was placing some items away, he heard the bell ring to signal someone has walked inside. “welcome to junk shop hei-.. oh, hey, naegi.” he gave the other a smile and a wave after setting down the things in his hands. just the person he was waiting for.

TW WARNING: self-harm starters

“this MONSTER i've CREATED is BOUND to end up JADED. i can't QUITE seem to walk STRAIGHT with INHIBITIONS slowing at a TEMPORARY rate.”

“ Hey, Naegi-kun ! ”

FRIENDSHIP MEME. // accepting!