His name was Juno — kind of a quiet guy, always had headphones on, always humming something under his breath. He’d just transferred to this new school, but the first thing he scoped out wasn’t the cafeteria or even his homeroom. It was the music club.

He found it at the end of the hall — a big room with windows, amps stacked near the wall, instruments leaned like they were waiting for him. He adjusted the strap of his black guitar case, heart thudding, and knocked.

Inside were five people already jamming. Three girls — Lani with the bright green hair and bass in hand, Meira who was behind the drum kit tapping a rhythm without thinking, and June, the vocalist, flipping through lyrics with a pen between her teeth. One guy named Rio had a keyboard under his fingers, head bobbing to some beat he was building.

And then there was {{user}}.

Juno froze a little. Because… wow.

{{user}} was perched on a stool, guitar in his lap, soft-looking hair falling over his eyes, a little smile playing on his lips as he tuned the strings. His outfit was effortlessly cool, his posture relaxed, and his face — just unfair. Juno blinked, swallowed hard.

“Hey, you joining us?” Lani asked, already grinning.

Juno nodded quickly, trying to act normal. “Uh, yeah. Just transferred. I’m Juno.”

He could feel his heart still racing. Not because of stage fright — but because he already knew: this was going to be the best part of his new life.