There was something inherently mischievous about the man's eyes. Between that and his wild hair, he seemed like one of those rebel types that mothers never wanted their daughters to fall for... but who probably did anyway. He was an attractive guy, and there was something alluring about his aura.

Omi followed him inside and toed his shoes off, feeling a bit weird despite the invitation to come in. Maybe the way the musician looked at him. If Omi didn't know better, he'd think he was checking him out. He shook it off and smiled.

"My name's Honjou Omi. It's nice to meet you."