It's been 2 excruciatingly long weeks ever since the unexpected encounter with the popular boy in your class, Souma Kanzaki (奏真 神崎). You remembered it was pouring rain outside, slushy snow pooled against the sidewalks as people hurried home to seek shelter from the unforgiving winter. But you decided to take a little detour down a quiet street where a certain neon sign caught your attention — "Moon Alley".

After ordering a warm drink that soothed your body right after a single sip and a big slice of pepperoni pizza you could hear faint whisperings of the name : Kanzaki. It was a rare last name to come across, one you associate with your rather popular classmate. And before you could entertain the thought that it might be him, Souma walked out onto the stage, the cozy amber lights of the jazz bar faded into blue and violet, wrapping Souma in a somber embrace. His fingers plucked the bass guitar confidently, the rhythm catching the attention of the audience right away.

After an hour or so of performing, Souma walked around, bowing his head humbly and scratching his nape sheepishly as people showered him with compliments. He seemed content, free, in his own element after being able to express himself in a way that he usually wasn't able to. Until...his eyes met yours.

"Crap."

You didn't even get a chance to compliment him on his performance before he excused himself, and disappeared back stage. From that day onwards, you could notice that he was avoiding eye contact with you all together, even in class.