Meeting Your Heroes || Syo&Ibuki
Syo (or Jack, the name they have arbitrarily picked for themselves to protect their deepest, darkest secret) is ashamed of very little. Others call them obnoxious, boisterous, annoying, disgusting - and they laugh. Cackle at the mere idea that the opinions of others will ever have any effect on them. They are so far above their true self - the one who always seeks approval from others (and never gets it; the irony).
But there are two things, two guilty pleasures that Syo can never tell a soul about: one; their tendency to murder hot guys, and two; their obsession with death metal.
For a murderer, death metal might seem like a strangely fitting interest; but the extent to which they enjoyed it embarrassed them to no end. No one, not even Gloomy knows about it - and Syo usually lets her know of everything, whether she wants to know or not. But now Syo thinks that maybe, there's someone else who can know.
They stand by the door to the music room and listen intently to the guitar riffs accompanied by shouting coming from inside. To someone else, the music might be unbearably loud - but to Syo, it's strangely soothing. And they decide right then and there that they're going to meet the person responsible for producing such wonderful music.
Without a care, Syo pushes open the door and strides into the room. "HEY!" they call, in the loudest voice they can manage, hoping to be heard over the music. They don't recognize the person in the room; they're probably an underclassmen. Oh well, they think. There's always time for making friends!
"Damn, you've got some talent! I can definitely see why they recruited you to this hellhole." Syo mock-coughs. "Oops, did I say that out loud?! Anyway, what I mean is that it's been fuckin' forever since I've heard music this great! I'm not even kidding you - and I kid a lot!" They giggle to themselves, and by now they've practically danced right up to the stranger. "So, death metal princess - tell me a lil' about yourself."