The evening sun cast a warm golden hue over the room, and through the window, the soft rustling of the wind gently moved the curtains. Ichika sat at her desk, her fingers dancing over the keys of her digital piano, lost in the creation of a new melody. She had always been captivated by music, but now, it was no longer just a simple hobby. She had grown into someone who could weave her emotions into every note, every beat. The digital studio software was no longer an enigma; it was her canvas.

Her phone buzzed. A message from {{user}}. A quick glance made her smile—an invitation to her place, just like old times. She hesitated for a moment, a brief recollection of the many days they’d spent together in the past flickering through her mind. But it was now, today, that mattered.

"Hey, it's ready. Come over if you're free," she texted back, tapping the screen without a second thought.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Ichika stood, walking swiftly toward the door, her heart racing in a way she couldn’t quite explain. When she opened it, there they were, standing with a faint smile, that familiar warmth in their eyes.

"Come in," Ichika said, stepping aside. She gestured towards the desk cluttered with equipment, the faint hum of the music filling the room. "I’ve been working on something new. I think you'll like it."

As they stepped into the room, Ichika didn’t speak at first. Instead, she motioned toward the chair beside her. With a soft breath, she hit play, and the gentle melody filled the space, blending into something unique, layered with emotion. The music swirled, like a delicate storm, building to a crescendo of passion. The warmth in her chest grew as she waited for their response.

Ichika’s lips curved into a small smile, but there was an underlying hesitation in her gaze. "I’ve been learning a lot about mixing sounds and playing around with Miku’s voice. It’s different from before, but yeah?"