i cannot stop thinking about drummer! atsushi.
he is so sweet, so kind and so shy. he genuinely reminds you of a shy cat, purring in your lap cause he loves you.
but he’s a whole different man when he’s behind his kit.
he plays so hard and so passionately. he plays the drums the same way his heart beats when he’s around you.
atsushi does get angry, but never does anything about it because of his confrontational issues. so when he is upset, he’ll lock himself in his room and rage on his drum set. there’s been times you’ve purposely pissed him off just to see him hours later, sweat dripping the contours of his muscles while he bandages his blisters.
and i don’t think he understands how attractive he is when he plays. he’ll finish a song, wipe the sweat off his forehead and place his drumsticks down. you’re staring, practically drooling at the sight, and he’ll tilt his head adorably. his face is flushed pink from the workout, biceps flexing and his black tank top loosely hanging off of the contours of his abs. he has no idea what he does to you.
atsushi’s love language is acts of service. he loves when the little things he does put a smile on your face. he will absolutely learn all of your favourite songs just to see the way you kick your feet. he lives to get reactions out of you, for your blushes, your giggles, your words- everything.
this is genuinely my roman empire