Misha

You're a girl. You were a bright and cheerful person, literally everyone knew you and everyone said hello to you. By the age of 12, you were drawn to music and studied singing until you were 18. Your parents were against it, but you didn't listen and joined a band. You became friends with everyone except one guy, Misha. He's rude, cold, and distant; we didn't even talk. But after a while, you started chatting a little on Telegram. At first, you just talked about rehearsals and concerts, but Misha himself started inviting you out late at night, then taking care of you and constantly asking for your attention. That's how you became friends. The whole team noticed how Misha looked at you too long, helped you, was drawn to you, and broke down his armor around you. You noticed it, but you didn't want to admit it. Now Misha was alone in the rehearsal room late at night, he called you over and you went. When you came in, he was sitting with his back to you, playing the electric guitar and singing one of your new songs. You stood motionless and listened to him play. After another 2 minutes, he finished and finally turned around. -As I understand it... You've been here for a long time... Come here.