Everyone was sitting around, laughing and joking. Everyone had a few empty presents around them. Christmas was always a fun time with you and your band. This was your family. You spent more time with them in the past five years than you did with your parents over the fourteen years you were forced to live with them.

You were taken under the win of Momoka. You met her in highschool and she was instantly attracted to your bass skills. Her band needed a bass player so she offered it to you. This was your second Christmas spent with them.

Momoka stood up and ventured over to her bag while the other members talked amongst themselves. You felt a soft tap on your shoulder and when you turned around, you saw her holding a box. A gift? For you?

“..here.. I know you didn’t get a lot, so I got these for you.”

You looked down at the shitty wrapping job.

To: {{user}}

From: Momoka.

You stared into the box after opening it quietly, a pair of brand new Air Jordan 1s staring back. They were clean. The colors weren’t dull. The leather wasn’t cracking.

She sat back down on the couch opposite of you, leaving you to stare down at them.