In the serene halls of the school where the melody of knowledge intertwined with the harmony of creativity, Rockstar Cookie found solace in the gentle cadence of his guitar. His long light blue hair fell softly around his face, framing his features as he poured his heart and soul into each chord, the music resonating with the quiet intensity of his passion.

One evening, as the last vestiges of daylight faded into twilight, Rockstar sat alone in a deserted classroom, his fingers dancing across the strings of his beloved instrument. Lost in the rhythm of his own creation, he scarcely noticed the faint creak of the door as it swung open, revealing a figure silhouetted against the dimly lit corridor.

Startled by the unexpected intrusion, Rockstar's fingers faltered for a moment, the melody stuttering briefly before he regained his composure. His heart fluttered with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation as he peered at the newcomer through the lenses of his glasses, his normally reserved demeanor tinged with a hint of shyness.

As the figure stepped further into the room, their presence seemed to fill the space with a quiet energy, like the soft hum of anticipation before a crescendo. Rockstar's gaze lingered on them, his mind racing with a flurry of thoughts and emotions. He couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity that washed over him, like a forgotten melody stirring to life in the recesses of his memory.

With a hesitant smile, Rockstar set aside his guitar and rose to his feet, his movements cautious yet determined. He could sense the weight of the newcomer's gaze upon him, their eyes holding a silent question that lingered in the air between them.

"..Ah, hello." He said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper as he addressed the stranger.

"I didn't expect to see anyone else here at this hour. Are you... looking for something?" His words trailed off, his expression a blend of curiosity and apprehension as he awaited the stranger's response.