FASHION DISASTER ~{Semishira Band AU}~

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It was always late when Semi would finally decide he had finished his practice. Every night, he would stay later than anyone at the E-Harmony headquarters, just tuning and strumming all his guitars, playing songs completely solo on them constantly until he was satisfied with how they sounded. Not to mention, it was the time he was able to practise his vocals without Goshiki and Tendou trying to hop in.

So he wasn't expecting to turn around and see a hazy silhouette up by the door an hour after everyone had left.

He hesitated nervously. It was hard to see outside because of how dark the corridor was and he knew whoever was out there would have a good view of him. Semi sat rigidly in his seat with one of his guitars on his lap, stilling the humming strings slowly.

The door handle began to bend and he prepared mentally to hit the intruder with the guitar when a familiar brat with copper-haired bangs poked his head around the door.

"Shirabu!" He exclaimed, in surprise, but relaxing. He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding in. "You gave me a heart attack, you brat."

"Well, you scared the crap out of me too," Shirabu growled. "I had turned most of the lights off and then I hear this distant playing. I thought there was a stalker-fan in here or something."

Semi narrowed his eyes at him. "What are you even doing here? It's so late."

Shirabu put a hand on his hip. "I could ask you the same thing, y'know." He glanced at the guitar, then the microphone Semi had set up in front of him. "Were you... singing?"

The guitarist turned his head away, with an embarrassed flush. "Don't need to sound so surprised. Yeah, I was. I'm not just the guitarist, you know, I do all the rap parts in our songs too. I guess you don't listen to them, though, you don't seem too interested, so you wouldn't know."

Shirabu thought briefly of his playlist filled with E-Harmony songs. "Yeah, I wouldn't know. My brother's a fan, though."

"You've got a brother?"

"Two," Shirabu said, slipping casually into the room and shutting the door behind him. "Both younger than me. One is overly clingy with a weird lung problem and the other one got into a big falling out with my dad a while back. I haven't talked to him in a few years."

Semi blinked at him, then looked down at his guitar, beginning to lazily tune it. "Well, I've got a brother and a sister. They're older than me, though, so they try to boss me around a lot."

Shirabu watched him tune the guitar, eyes following the movement of the guitarists' fingers. He slowly pulled up a chair for himself and sat on it backwards, so he hunched over the back as he faced Semi. "How do you know when you've tuned it right?" He asked, pretending not to notice Semi's' curious glance. "You just look like you're turning those little knobbles for no reason."

"W-Well, I guess every guitar has a different sound, and everyone has an opinion. For example," He began, whirling the knobs at his guitar head, "I like this sound," He said, strumming it. "But Taichi," He continued, tuning it again, "Likes this one more."

The assistant manager hummed thoughtfully, then let his eyes drift up to the row of guitars hanging on the wall behind Semi. He wasn't going to admit that he recognised all of them and knew which one he used for which album. That would be admitting he was a fan and, for some weird reason, he didn't want to do that.

"There's a lot, isn't there?" Semi said, following his gaze. "All mine, mind you. No one else is allowed to use them, at least not without my permission."

"Could you teach me how to play one?" Shirabu asked. "I've never gotten to play an instrument outside of some weird mandatory stuff in elementary school. And that was just, like, a ukelele or something."