It was lunch time, and Nijiro didnt waste any time trying to head up to the rooftop. He’d usually hang around there to practice his guitar, eating his lunch alone. Its not like he didnt have any friends, he just didnt consider any of them close, and he didnt have anyone he could spend lunch with anyway. He was only known around school because he had a pretty handsome face. He didnt mind that, I guess.

His last class was all the way in the first floor, he didnt feel like taking the stairs all the way up today. So, he took the elevator instead. He had his guitar case strapped around his back, and he held his bento box in hand. Standing quietly inside the elevator, the doors were about to close when he heard someone call out.