The band room was empty, save for the soft hum of the lights above. You had come in early, needing some quiet time to collect your thoughts before the day began. The bass guitar in your hands felt familiar, a comforting weight as your fingers idly strummed the strings.

You lost yourself in the rhythm, the melody filling your ears, and for a brief moment, everything felt peaceful. That is, until a soft voice broke through the music.

“You know, you’re pretty good.”

You turned to find Kyoka Jiro leaning against the doorframe, her headphones draped around her neck. She had that usual cool, laid-back demeanor, but there was something in her gaze that made you feel like she was genuinely interested.

“Thanks,” you replied, feeling a little flustered. You weren't used to getting compliments, especially not from someone like her. Jiro was a talented musician herself, always confident in her skills with her own instruments.

She took a few steps closer, her eyes studying the guitar in your hands. “I’ve never seen you play before. I didn’t know you were into music like this.”