💚amaguji oneshots💚

💎~ Band AU (Pt. 2)

! rantaro POV !

continued request from @Atua_Is_Watching hehe,,

the deafening ringing of the bell echoes throughout the hallways. it creeps into my classroom, startling me out of my half-asleep, dazed state. i stand up, rubbing my eyes gently and reaching to grab my bag until a pair of strong hands grasp my arm.

"...korekiyo?"

the boy, still sitting down in his seat, grasps onto my arm and looks up at me with big, amber eyes. bandaged hands fiddle gently with a couple of chains on his neck, the silver glistening from the classroom's ceiling lights.

"rantaro..." he starts, before standing up to meet eye contact. "would you like to practice with me? i apologize for grabbing you like that... i didn't quite know how to get your attention.

"me? i don't want to mess up or anything!"

"i bet you'd be a natural, that is, if you'd like to join me."

i tap my foot gently, considering his offer. after a small moment of silence, i reach out my hand, interlocking rough, bandaged fingers with my own. i run my thumb over the harsh texture, shooting the taller boy a toothy smile.

"lead the way!"

the zipper of his mask creeps up slightly, an indication of a faint smile underneath. he tugs gently on my hand, pulling me along and murmuring. as we step out of the school, i admire the masked boy's frame and flowing hair as the wind brushes delicately against him. maybe i'd see him like this again. maybe on a date.

that's ridiculous.

but it couldn't hurt to dream.

dream about holding his hand, unbandaged. i bet they're dainty and soft, perfectly taken care of, and pleasant to hold. to see his lips and kiss them lightly. to hold and to be held, fitting perfectly in each other's arms. yet again, it was ridiculous to think that someone like me could ever be with someone like him.

this moment was still so tender. listening to him ramble and swing my hand as he walks. the occasional squeeze or rub over my palm. it filled me with a sense of hope, desperately wanting more.

he pulls me to a small night club, the area covered in bright graffiti and murals. lights from inside of the club flashing bright, casting beautiful, colored shadows against our faces. inside the club stood the four other members, chatting and setting up their equipment.

"...holy shit.

the first one was one of the backup singers, with fluffy black and white hair and two differently colored eyes. he wore a long scarf that fell to around his waist, torn up jeans, and a black sweater. he had spiked platforms that caused him to look much taller than the other member. and lastly, he sported one dangling earring.

the second boy had messy, hot pink hair that was tucked into a beanie. he had on one of the band's tee shirts, bright green pants, and a pair of converse. he was the drummer and held two paint-covered drumsticks. he shot me a smile from across the room, his teeth resembling those a shark may have.

the guitarist was short and energetic, purple locks tied into a fluffy ponytail. his outfit was covered in bright, neon colors, chains and accessories dangling off of them. he had a few leg warmers and fishnet gloves, as well as platforms he could hardly walk in.

and finally, the keyboardist stood nearby them, barely speaking. his voice was soft, and his hair was blue and fluffy. he had many chains and kandi bracelets covering his body, as well as ripped jeans and a torn band shirt. underneath his clothes were fishnet stockings, and he finished the look with a few hair clips.

i fidget slightly, stepping closer to kiyo and squeezing his hand on instinct.

"yo, who's this?" the pink-haired boy steps closer to me, examining me closely.

"well!!" the short boy hops up to me, leaning way too close for comfort. "obviously he's shinguji~chan's boyfriend!"

"silence." the backup singer grabs him by the neck of his shirt, yanking him back violently.

"g-guys!!" the quiet boy takes my hand, bowing softly. "i apologize for them... my name is--"

"ah, don't apologize! and i know you guys, i'm a huge fan!"

great, now i sound creepy.

kiyo steps in front of me, letting go of my hand. i whine slightly, dropping it to my lap.

"this is my colleague, rantaro amami. he said he knows a bit of guitar, and i offered for him to practice with us."

"woah, that's sick!!" the pink-haired boy -- kazuichi, gives me a big high five, grinning wide.

i get handed a guitar, the look familiar to me. it was navy blue, white lyrics and signatures scribbled onto it. the strings were gold, and the tuning pegs were made of ivory. i soon realized this was the guitar of korekiyo shinguji himself.

"ah?? are you sure i'm allowed to use this?"

"but of course," the masked boy places the straps gently over my shoulder, standing behind me and handing me a guitar pick. "just be gentle with it. however... i trust you."

"t-thank you-" i stammer out, mentally scolding myself.

all of the members stand at their respective instruments and equipment; however, korekiyo stays right behind me.

"one, two, three."

each one of them starts to play, a popular hit of theirs echoing throughout the club. i strum along, focusing intently, so i don't mess up. behind me, the taller boy guides my hand slightly, encouraging me to relax. he sings softly in my ear, sounding just as lovely as every song i've listened to on repeat. except this wasn't my room, this was the real thing. the song ends, and i let out an awkward chuckle, slipping the guitar off my shoulder.

"you did very well!" the taller boy beams, grabbing my hands and jumping up and down.

"thank you!! thank you so much!!!"

he pulls me into a hug before gently kissing the top of my head.

"so... did you have fun? would you like to do this again sometimes?"

i jump up more into the boy's arms, nodding softly.

maybe it wasn't so ridiculous to dream.

edit: i literally forgot i made ouma one of the classmates,,, you never saw that--

as well as "taller than the other menus"