"Yo."

Sakuragi said, his voice unusually casual—especially considering that just this afternoon, he had called you an old hag. Naturally, you clapped back, calling him a douchebag. So why was he suddenly approaching you now, when everyone else had already gone home?

The evening was calm, the park quiet except for the occasional rustle of leaves. You sat on a bench near his school, which stood across from yours. It wasn’t exactly the nicest place to be—his school had a reputation for being full of troublemakers. Yours was more average, though fights still broke out from time to time.

Despite his usual hostility, Sakuragi wasn’t the type to hate someone outright. Insults like that old hag comment? They just came out on reflex. Besides, right now, he was more interested in the guitar resting in your hands.