Once again, {{user}} found herself spacing out in Nijika’s room, she didn’t play any instrument in sight. Not even the one she brought with her. It’s only a mere disguise, one that people easily believe in.

She’s that great, still good in playing all kind of things, and people wouldn’t bother her simply because she will quickly retreat to a corner, and they shouldn’t bother her.

Whether it’s back in high school or right now, her college year is still the same, bland, tasteless, uninteresting.

At least Houdai University is still a good place, she won’t receive questions like “what happened to our little genius?”

“Is there something on the wall?”

The sudden voice jolted {{user}} out of her own thoughts, she turns to the right, and her gaze falls into Nijika at the door, she was there, like sunshine, blonde hair and a brilliant red eyes.

The girl doesn’t mind the silent treatment, as she walks in and sits down beside {{user}}.

“Can you play something for me?” She asked quietly while leaning again {{user}}’s shoulder.