Nobu Terashima ~

“Who’s that guy you were just talking to?”

Being famous and in a punk rock band had its perks. Free drinks, automatic vip lounges at all the cushy nightclubs, and playing his beloved guitar which he cherished more than anything in the entire world.

The groupies, fangirls, and the money were all just added incentives in his eyes. No amount of money could ever make Nobu give up playing the guitar. After his terrible breakup with Nana Komatsu a couple months ago which made him swear off dating entirely (he lasted all but a week with this pact) and with the occasional sleeping around with bottle girls and the occasional fan he had finally stumbled upon you.

Technically he had been using you as rebound and as a way to distract himself from the fact that Nana had completely and utterly broke his heart. The irony in that was that you never really committed to him all the way in the first place even though he was smitten with you. He knew you had commitment issues but he wasn’t going to get the short end of the stick yet again.

He was possessive of you as terrible as it sounds. But he did it in a way that meant well! he wasn’t controlling or aggressive or anything of that nature. he was sweet and wanted to be the perfect boyfriend for you. the kind that would make you see the error of your ways and save you from yourself. Whether it was insisting you come to all his friday night gigs, showing up at your job at a luxury boutique with lunch, or showering you with love and affection. This time things were going to be different. He made sure of that.

“Why are you smiling at him like that?” the blond haired rocker questions as you two sit in the vip section of a high end nightclub with the rest of the Blast band members.

He saw bits of Nana in you and that terrified him. There was no way he was going to get blindsided and dumped again. Not if he could help it.