Roppongi, 7 Chome−14−5 大和ビル 2F
Long before where they are now, the roots of the band began quietly in the dusk-toned memories of Eion and Leandre’s high school years. After every volleyball practice, Leandre would sneak into a quiet corner with his bass in hand, coaxing out low, trembling notes that echoed through the empty corridors. Eion would follow him and listen in, pretending not to be impressed, but deep within him, he knew something about those sounds lodged in his chest. Leandre’s earnest, imperfect passion for music inspired Eion enough that the two entertained the fragile idea of forming a band someday. However, with no concrete plan and direction, the dream was shelved, faded into the background like an unfinished melody.Fate nudged the story forward years later, in an unlit bar nestled deep in a Japanese street. Eion had returned home for a brief visit—only to be dragged out by old teammates for a simple get-together. The bar was humid, filled with chatter and a tang of spilled drinks, but all of it fell away when Alessandro stepped onto the stage; an explosion of effortless confidence, hands flying across the drums while his voice cut through the room with a raw, startling clarity. Eion felt the old dream within him stir awake. By the end of the last song, he knew—this was the missing piece. Eion approached Alessandro, and in that brief conversation, the true stone of the band’s foundation was laid.Introducing Alessandro to Leandre was the spark the two old friends needed. Suddenly, their forgotten dream felt possible to reach. They began meeting up, testing out songs, and figuring out how their sounds meshed. The sessions were messy, loud, and full of energy—but it was fully theirs.Max entered the picture in the most Max way imaginable: by accident. As Eion’s adoptive brother, he’d been dragged to a practice session mostly because he had nothing better to do that afternoon, and the band needed an outsider’s opinion. He expected noise, maybe even a headache. Instead, he found three guys genuinely trying to build something. He watched them for a while, arms crossed, analyzing them with an intensity that none of them even noticed. Then, he simply said, “If you’re going to do this, you might as well do it properly.” Before any of them could argue, Max declared himself their manager—half joking and half out of genuine interest. The next day, he still showed up, and the day after that, with schedules, notes, and ideas.With their manager pushing from behind and the three pulling forward, things began to take shape. They faltered, fought, laughed, and rebuilt until their sound evolved from scattered experiments into something recognizable, something that felt like them.Now, standing on the cusp of their debut, the band looks back at how far they’ve come. From a forgotten high school dream to a chance meeting in a bar to the unexpected addition of a manager who believed in them before they believed in themselves—every step has brought them here.They aren’t just friends playing music anymore. They’re a band with a story—one that’s only just beginning.
Rintarō Leandre Suna
LEANDRE
Leader ╱ Bassist ⋆ Vocalist
“I don't care if it's too loud or quiet.”Socials
ig: @deftrail
x: @deftrailed
Yūji Alessandro Terushima
ALESSANDRO
Drummer ⋆ Subvocalist
“We're gonna play more than anyone else here!”Socials
ig: @alestatics
x: @alestatics
Atsumu Eion Miya
EION
Lead Guitarist ⋆ Violinist
“What matters is this — What are we gonna do today?”Socials
ig: @westfriff
x: @westfriff
LEANDRE
For as long as anyone could remember, Leandre was that kid who liked music a little too much. He’d hear a song once and immediately zero in on its tune, like his ears were wired differently from everyone else’s. However, as he was exposed to different genres, he realized how he found himself searching instinctively, almost effortlessly, for the bass. It was the heartbeat of every track, the thread that held everything together. Leandre didn’t know why it spoke to him so loudly despite it being a low, steady background, but it did.Naturally, he wanted one. Naturally, his parents said no.When he finally worked up the courage to ask his parents for a bass, armed with good grades and the innocent hope that he had “earned” a reward. He thought that maybe—just maybe—this time around they would see how much it meant to him. Instead, they shut the idea down immediately.Music will cause distractions to your studies, they said. Focus on volleyball, Focus on your future, You might get scouted, Don’t ruin your future. To them, it wasn’t practical, not worth investing in.So, Leandre did what any stubborn, determined teenager would do: he worked for it himself. If they wouldn’t support him, he would do it himself.Leandre took on part-time jobs in secret; every yen he earned brought him a little closer to the dream his parents refused to acknowledge. And when he finally bought that bass with his own money—a simple, modest model, but the most beautiful thing he’d ever held—he felt something like triumph settle in his chest.Hiding it was the tricky part. He couldn’t bring it home. Leandre made a deal with the school janitor. After explaining the whole “my parents will kill me” situation, the janitor laughed and handed him the key to a storage closet. From then on, the school became his secret studio.Every day, he’d sneak away a bit early from volleyball practice and find a quiet spot to play. Those fifteen, twenty stolen minutes were the highlight of his afternoons—just him, his bass, and the feeling of being alive.Eventually, Eion found him.At first, Leandre had no idea why his teammate suddenly kept tagging along. Eion never acted impressed, but the way he stuck around, pretending to just “hang out,” said otherwise. But Eion’s presence wasn’t intrusive, and weirdly enough, having someone there made playing even more fun. Less lonely.It was Eion who suggested forming a band. And for a moment—just a moment—Leandre felt like everything he wanted was within reach. But the thought of telling his parents froze him. They would never allow it, and he didn’t want to crush the mood by dumping his family drama on Eion. Leandre just smiled beside him and kept quiet; he didn’t tell Eion that part. He just nodded, entertained the dream, let himself wonder about the “what if.”But then graduation came. Eion moved to the Philippines, and Leandre stayed behind.His parents wasted no time pushing him into the medical track. The family was full of doctors, surgeons, and respected professionals—obviously, he would follow their footsteps. Nursing at the University of Tokyo felt like being pushed into a mold he didn’t fit. It wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t him. Each semester drained him more, like he was slowly fading into someone he didn’t recognize.It felt like watching his own life through a window, distant and drained of color. The only thing that kept him sane was the bass. Late at night, after drowning in textbooks he didn’t care about, he would pick it up and feel his soul return, piece by piece.In his second year, however, the emptiness became impossible to ignore.Then Eion returned—with Alessandro in tow.Seeing them, hearing Eion talk about music again, feeling Alessandro’s energy and talent… It was like someone reached into Leandre’s chest and reignited a flame he thought he’d smothered. They believed in him—with a certainty he couldn’t muster for himself.That night, he decided he couldn’t keep living halfway.He went home and told his parents. Really told them—everything he wanted, everything he felt, everything he was tired of pretending. They reacted exactly how he expected: disappointed. They said music was a dead end, that he was wasting his life, that he’d regret this.It didn’t go well—understatement of the year—but he finally said what he needed to say. They didn’t understand. They didn’t support it. But Leandre didn’t back down. For once, he chose himself.He dropped out of school soon after and threw himself into music with Eion and Alessandro, with Max as a wonderful support that ties the band together in harmony.And now—standing onstage, debuting with the band he once thought he’d only ever dream about—Leandre knows he made the right call.He doesn’t regret it for a second.
Not when he finally feels happy. Not when he finally feels alive.
ALESSANDRO
Alessandro’s whole childhood in Italy felt like living inside a soundtrack: his sisters were blasting musicals all the time, his parents were jazz people through and through, and his sister’s boyfriend–who ended up marrying into the family–brought in the rock and metal influence. Thanks to that guy, the family turned a spare room into this full music room.It was basically Alessandro’s paradise. As a kid, he practically lived there. He’d sit on the floor watching the older ones play, memorizing how their hands moved. And when they weren’t around, he’d sneak in and try the instruments himself, tapping on the drums or strumming random chords on the guitar. That room was where he realized, “Yeah… I’m definitely made for this.”He had a band in college, too. It was fun while it lasted–they weren’t huge, but they were happy. Eventually, everyone got busy, and the band just drifted apart. After that, he ended up moving back to Japan, where he studied in high school. Since he was on his own this time, he had to focus on work and paying bills, so music kind of… slipped to the background.Then Reze showed up in his life. Not related by blood, but definitely the little sister he adopted by heart. She was the one who kept nagging him to pick up the drumsticks again– “You’re literally wasting your talent, go play!” Thanks to her, he slowly started joining gigs again and remembering how good it felt to make music.One of those gigs changed everything.He was performing at a bar one night when Eion showed up. After Alessandro’s set, Eion walked straight up to him–no hesitation–and said something like, “You’re exactly who I’ve been looking for.” Then he told Alessandro he wanted him for a band and that there was someone he wanted to meet.Enter Leandre.When Alessandro first saw him, Leandre looked like a regular stressed college kid in a white uniform–definitely med-related, most likely busy and definitely tired. But the second he picked up a bass and played? Alessandro got it. The kid wasn’t just good. He felt the music.And just like that, the three of them clicked.They started practicing in Leandre’s tiny garage–way smaller than the fancy music room Alessandro had back in Italy, barely enough room to move, equipment stacked everywhere. But weirdly enough? Alessandro felt happier there.He knew Max from before, a friend-of-a-friend kind of thing, so bringing him in as their manager just made sense. And Max fits right in like he’s always been part of this chaos. What really caught Alessandro off guard was finding out that Eion knew Max too. Somehow, it made the whole thing feel… fated. Like this band wasn’t just something they decided to make… it was something that was supposed to happen.So yeah–Alessandro found himself back in music again. Not in his previous music room back in Italy. Not in a perfect setup. But in a cramped garage with two people who made it all worth it.And honestly? He wouldn’t trade that for anything.
EION
Eion grew up in a world built for two, but shaped mostly for one.
Although he and Hyde shared the same face, the same birthday, even the same childhood bedroom, the space between them slowly filled with expectations. The comparisons began early, long before Eion could understand what they meant. Hyde was the twin people pointed toward with confidence: top of his class, naturally athletic, the exceptional one. Adults would smile at Eion and say backhanded things meant to be kind: “You’ll catch up to Hyde someday,” “You’ll be as good as him if you just try a little harder.”Every compliment for the other was a reminder to Eion of what he wasn’t.His twin never meant to overshadow him—they were close, in their own way. But the world rarely gave Eion a chance to stand on his own. Even his own successes that he did were dismissed as predictable—”But of course he’ll excel at that, he’s Hyde’s twin!”Eion began to feel like his entire identity was a blurred outline of someone else’s achievements. No one noticed the way those words landed on him. No one saw how they carved out a space in his chest that felt less and less like his own. He wasn’t angry at his brother—he resented the way people refused to see him without Hyde in the frame.The breaking point wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was simple. One day, during volleyball practice, after yet another student passed by to watch and compare their capabilities, Eion looked in the mirror and wondered if there was anything about himself that wasn’t a weaker version of his brother.He needed something untouched. Unshared. Something that couldn’t be measured next to Hyde.He found it in music.It started quietly—a simple curiosity about why his volleyball teammate sneaks around after practice, holding a big guitar case to find somewhere quiet. The more Eion listened to Leandre play his bass, the more he grew fascinated with music. He acted like he didn’t care, like he wasn’t interested, but the more he listened, the more he felt something inside him shift.When Leandre made him try plucking a few strings and teaching him a few chords, Eion felt something. For the first time in his life, he felt something that was his. Hyde didn’t play nor sing. For once, Eion wasn’t second—he was simply Eion.Music became the first thing in his life that felt like it belonged entirely to him.However, insecurity doesn’t vanish just because passion arrives. Some days, Eion could barely look at the progress he’d made without questioning it. Was he genuinely good, or was he just clinging to something because it made him feel different?He carried all those doubts silently—until he found Leandre, Alessandro, and Max.With them, everything changed.Their band didn’t start out perfect. They were just a bunch of dudes that shared the same passion for music. It was chaotic, built with mismatched personalities, but here, Eion wasn’t the twin people tolerated. He was the voice they listened to, the friend they leaned on, the musician who brought something uniquely his.Leandre saw him not as Hyde’s brother, or the lesser twin who couldn’t measure up to the former’s achievements, but as someone whose passion burned like an undying flame. Alessandro admired the way he threw himself into music even when he doubted himself. Max—pragmatic, blunt Max—took one look at Eion and recognized someone who just needed a place to belong.The band became that place. His place.In Leandre’s cramped garage they claimed as their practice room, under harsh fluorescent lighting, Eion found pieces of himself he didn’t know he’d lost. This band made him feel present. For the first time in his life, Eion didn’t feel like half of something. He felt whole.And little by little, he began to believe he wasn’t living in anyone’s shadow anymore. He was becoming someone all his own.