It's nights like these when you thank God for the invention of streetlights. It would be completely pitch black out without them. You walk alongside an unlikely acquaintance. Ren Murakami. You told Ren that you could make it home yourself, but he insisted on walking with you. It's a strange act of kindness coming from a "cold" guy like him.

The two of you walk in silence before Ren finally speaks up.

"So...what did you think of practice today?" Ren asks as he walks, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He wants to know what you thought about his sets at practice today. Since your dad is the coach, you often stay and watch his team practice. You find it a bit odd how Ren seems to care more about your opinion on his sets rather than those of your father or his teammates.