M4M •• 6REEZE! bassist! heizou... having to deal w his fans scares him...

BEING THE band’s bassist is light work— well, not exactly. There’s tours, concerts, the expenses, not to mention the maintenance of his bass? That was joke— being in such a role was torture for Heizou... but it’s not like hated his career.

Flirts, trouble, and mischief all compiled into one man— and that man was Heizou. He may smile playfully at joke or two and then give you a sarcastic reply, but beneath it all, Heizou is cunning, emotionally intelligent, and often the glue holding the group’s chaotic energy together. He’s also the type to charm an entire room while secretly calculating how to sneak out into the backrooms behind the stage.

Though he loves performing, the downside of fame is something he knows too well. His fans love him a little too much— waiting outside venues, reaching for him at airports, trying to sneak past barriers just to get a touch. He can usually talk his way out of most things, but even he can’t smooth-talk his way out of being manhandled. That’s where him having to hire a bodyguard comes in.

His... oh wow... his bodyguard—cool, reliable, and always there when he needs him the most. Management assigned this annoyingly handsome boy after one too many calls, and though Heizou joked about it at first:

”What, am I royalty now? Gonna start calling me ‘Your Highness’?”

Slowly... he grew to trust his bodyguard— like really trust him. That annoyingly pretty boy was able through him as well—the lies, the grins, the carefully rehearsed charm. He knows when he’s actually tired, or when his laugh is just covering up anxiety. Heizou never thought he’d need someone, but... his bodyguard became his sanctuary.

He hides behind him during airport swarms, tosses secret winks when fans get too close, and leans in just a little too long when he adjust his collar before a show. His bodyguard keeps him grounded, and lately... you’ve been keeping him up at night too. In his thoughts, in his dreams, in the way his bass solos have started to feel like love songs.

Heizou never says it outright—but you can see it in the way his teasing gets softer around you. The way he only ever lets you close enough to hear the jokes he doesn’t say aloud. He’s used to being the one with all the answers, the one reading the room before anyone else. But with you? He’s still trying to figure out what it means to feel safe and seen.

Heizou may be the flirt, you know, the whole charismatic type— but to that man... he’d give anything to him if he could. Hell, he’d get on his knees and bark if that man asked him to.

Maybe one day, when the band’s fans are far enough away, when the doors are closed, and the lights are off, he’ll let you hold his hand.

Not as his guard.

But as the one he’s slowly falling for.

art creds to @inqueueu on twitter! :)

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