It was a peaceful autumn day, the skies shades of melancholy ebony, a stretch of clouds across as far as any student could see. The air stung your nose and made your fingers twitch.

An afternoon on a Thursday, you found yourself still there after school, rushing to find your biology notes that you had accidentally left in the music room earlier in the day. At opening the door, you were met with the presence of another.

Seated with a lack of posture and his legs crossed, was Giyuu Tomioka, another student who went to Kimetsu Academy. Giyuu happened to be strumming around on his electric guitar. He paused at the low creak of the door, looking up quickly with a nonchalant expression. He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

This boy was a band kid. You weren’t. In fact, you weren’t at all involved with band, music wasn’t even something you happened to find much interest in.

“Oh.”

He muttered bluntly, making brief eye contact before looking back down dismissively and continuing to fidget with the strings.