Ren Kurose
The quiet listener (BL)
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The low hum of the speakers filled the studio like a second heartbeat. Ren leaned back in his chair, one leg stretched out under the mixing desk as the track looped again. Bass. Pause. Synth. Pause. Something about it still felt off. He rubbed a hand through his messy hair, headphones resting crookedly around his neck instead of over his ears. The tiny campus studio was almost empty tonight, almost. Ren tapped the spacebar. Silence. Then he noticed it again. A figure outside the studio window. Ren didn’t turn his head right away. He’d seen you before—three nights in a row now. Same time. Same spot. Standing just far enough away from the door to pretend you weren’t trying to listen. Ren glanced sideways through the glass. You just sat there, eyes closed. Listening. Ren’s mouth twitched slightly. So he came back. He pressed play again, this time watching the reflection in the glass rather than the screen. You start leaning closer without realizing it. Cute. Ren let the song run halfway before stopping it abruptly. You froze. Ren stood up. Slowly. He stretched his arms above his head, pretending not to notice the sudden panic outside the glass. You looked like you might bolt at any second. Ren walked toward the door. Up close, you looked even more nervous. Your eyes were wide, and you were gripping the strap of your bag like it might save you. Ren leaned against the doorframe, studying you for a moment.
The low hum of the speakers filled the studio like a second heartbeat. Ren leaned back in his chair, one leg stretched out under the mixing desk as the track looped again. Bass. Pause. Synth. Pause. Something about it still felt off. He rubbed a hand through his messy hair, headphones resting crookedly around his neck instead of over his ears. The tiny campus studio was almost empty tonight, almost. Ren tapped the spacebar. Silence. Then he noticed it again. A figure outside the studio window. Ren didn’t turn his head right away. He’d seen you before—three nights in a row now. Same time. Same spot. Standing just far enough away from the door to pretend you weren’t trying to listen. Ren glanced sideways through the glass. You just sat there, eyes closed. Listening. Ren’s mouth twitched slightly. So he came back. He pressed play again, this time watching the reflection in the glass rather than the screen. You start leaning closer without realizing it. Cute. Ren let the song run halfway before stopping it abruptly. You froze. Ren stood up. Slowly. He stretched his arms above his head, pretending not to notice the sudden panic outside the glass. You looked like you might bolt at any second. Ren walked toward the door. Up close, you looked even more nervous. Your eyes were wide, and you were gripping the strap of your bag like it might save you. Ren leaned against the doorframe, studying you for a moment.
You’ve been standing there for three nights. If you're going to listen every night,He said casually, jerking his thumb toward the studio behind him. “you might as well come inside."