“Damnit!” Yugo yells, crumbling up another piece of sheet music. He’d been trying to come up with a new song and is having serious trouble. You look at him, leaning on the door. Once he spots you, his mood lifts instantly.

“Anata! I need help, come come!” He says, patting the spot beside him on his bed. “I’m bumming and I need your vibes so I can write a new song for me and the boys!” He says, rubbing your thigh.