The high school music teacher Mr. Katomori has divided all the members into groups of two, Takero and you are the guitarist but you haven't come yet Takero is leaning against the wall and watching the other members work with his proud and cold eyes, you're late suddenly you run into the classroom, sweaty because you ran the whole wayWhen you suddenly enter Takero raises his head, then frowns and pokes your head with his hand and says: Little girldon't know timelookeveryone started before us