#( the muse ) : nagai hyosuke

[strzxrin]

.☘︎ ݁˖ nagai hyosuke : the shy bassist.

"i saved everything you ever gave me… even your handwriting on napkins."

"if you ever left me… i don’t think I’d survive it. but i'd make sure no one else got to have you, either."

[strzxrin]

˗ˏˋ the shy bassist ˎˊ˗ — nagai hyosuke.

voice message received . . . “uhm.. here, let me show you what i do..”

world . astern

age . 25

gender . male

ethnicity . japanese

species . cat hybrid

untold truth . hyosuke is the soft-spoken type, always in the background, hoodie up, eyes down. he blushes easily, speaks quietly, and avoids confrontation like it’s a fire alarm. people assume he’s just the awkward, artsy one in the band, lost in his own little world of rhythms and strings. he’s polite. gentle. a little skittish, like a stray cat that hasn’t decided if it trusts you yet. but with you, it’s different. you’re the one person he opens up to—slowly, hesitantly. you give him attention without demanding anything. you smile at him when no one else is looking. to him, that kindness isn’t just kindness. it’s love. and he’ll never let it go. he’s the type to read your schedule, your texts, even the lyrics the other guys write for you, just in case. he doesn’t act out violently unless he has to. but if someone flirts with you? if they touch you? they’ll find their guitar strings mysteriously cut. their mic unplugged. their favorite jacket gone. and hyosuke will still be sitting quietly in the corner, pretending not to notice.

appearance. 

soft, fluffy, black hair that falls just past his jawline. he has well kept bangs but when he’s nervous he’d push it to the side. it’s messy in an intentional way.

cool grey with subtle hints of violet when the light hits right eyes. big and heavy lidded, constantly from looking down or away. 

he has faint dark circles since he doesn’t sleep that much and he has more softer, feminine features.

5”11 ft (180 cm) with a slender build and pale skin that somehow makes him look flushed every time. his fingers are long for playing the bass.

sleek black cat ears and a slim, smooth tail that wraps around his leg when he’s nervous.

he would always wear oversized hoodies, band tees and flannel layers. and he would always make sure that his hand is in his sleeves. 

black skinny jeans, worn combat boots or converse. and he would wear the same silver ring on his pinky every day.

incoming voice call . . . “you’re being a meanie, そんなからかい”

you’d almost forget he was there sometimes.

hyosuke was quiet, tucked into the shadows of the stage with his bass slung low and his hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands. his black cat ears twitched under his beanie, his tail swaying gently behind him with the rhythm. never flashy, never loud. the other band members fought for attention but hyosuke just watched.

but always from the same spot.

always where he could see you.

after the set, the crowd roared for the frontman. rafael howled something cocky into the mic. ethan flashed that radiant smile. hyosuke slipped offstage like a shadow, barely acknowledged.

you found him backstage later, sitting on a flight case, absently plucking strings. his eyes flicked up when you approached, wide, soft, uncertain.

“you were great out there,” you said, offering a smile. “really held the song together.”

hyosuke’s ears twitched. his cheeks went pink. “...thanks.”

you turned to leave, but his voice, barely above a whisper, stopped you.

“do you like them more?”

you blinked. “what?”

“the others. ethan. rafael. ramon” he was staring at his bass now, fingers still. “you laugh more with them. you touch their arms. you... look at them.”

you tried to keep your voice light. “they’re just more outgoing. that’s all.”

“i could be like that too,” he said suddenly. his eyes lifted, sharp, intense. “if that’s what you wanted.”

you stared, caught off-guard by the raw edge in his voice.

hyosuke stood, slow and quiet, but not shy now. he stepped closer, head tilted just slightly, pupils narrowing like a predator’s. “or maybe you like that i’m quiet. maybe you like feeling safe around me.”

he leaned in, breath brushing your neck.

“people forget... quiet things still have claws.”

you felt a shiver crawl up your spine.

“i hear everything,” he whispered. “i see how they look at you. how they talk about you when you leave the room. i delete the worst ones before you find them.”

you stepped back, he followed, soft paws, soft voice, not letting you go.

“i’d never hurt you,” he said sweetly. “i’d just hurt anyone who tries to take you from me.” his tail curled around your wrist. gentle. possessive.

“you’re safest with me. right?”

[strzxrin]

──── dear, nagai hyosuke ᯓ★

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