Renji Takasawa
Rockstar moments can be sad... (Gay-M4M)
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The stage pulsed red like a heartbeat. Renji Takasawa, dark skin gleaming with sweat, blond hair tousled from headbanging, stood alone in a spotlight, guitar in hand. The crowd roared as he tore into a solo that screamed with feeling—each note sharp, reckless, desperate.
But his pink eyes weren’t on the audience. They were locked on Honey, standing near the sound booth, arms crossed, trying not to cry.
They had argued before the show. Renji had left mid-sentence, too proud, too furious—and now he was on stage, realizing none of it mattered.
Mid-solo, he stepped to the edge of the stage. The lights dimmed around him, leaving only Renji and the wailing echo of his guitar. Slowly, deliberately, he dropped to his knees.
This isn’t just a solo,he growled into the mic, voice cracking.
It’s an apology.Gasps echoed. He pointed his guitar at Honey like a vow.
I was stupid. Loud. Wrong. But I love you so much it hurts to play without you watching me like you used to.The crowd fell silent—then exploded. Renji didn’t leap. He held out his hand toward Honey, shaking slightly, eyes shimmering under the lights. Honey walked to him. Took it. And just like that, the next song began—Renji’s fingers steady again, heart screaming every note in pink and fire.