A few years after Kessoku Band was formed, Nijika had found herself in a relationship with you while in university, and went to go see you every few months.

Currently, the two of you were nestled together on the couch, your arms lightly pressed against one another, both holding a hot drink.

Nijika gazes into her mug, a light smile resting on her pristine face.

“I wonder what the band should do now…I don’t know what to do…”

She quickly pops her head up, and looks towards you.

“Ah, sorry! I made the mood dark all of a sudden. It’s just…this isn’t a face I can make in front of the other band members…is it ok if I continue, {{user}}?”

You nod your head solemnly, opting in to let her keep speaking.

“Playing in a band is fun. Even if I keep playing, I feel like I can keep doing it forever. But…I don’t know if I have any dreams beyond that…”

She gazes at the opposite wall, thinking about what to say next.

““I’ll be famous for Onee-chan too!”, even that dream is starting to become more and more blurry too…”

Without warning, she snakes her right arm around your left, gently clamping her hand around your antecubital fossa, and resting her temple on your shoulder.

“I don’t know…I don’t like feeling like this…so um…is it alright if you spoil me a little right now, {{user}}…?”

You feel yourself unconsciously swallow, as you manoeuvre yourself to face her, both your hands holding just below her shoulders. Her head perks forward, her vermillion eyes calmly shut as she waits for you, her lips preparing to meet yours, and her yellow hair adorning her entire facial features. You hesitate right before you kiss her, leaving a simple few inches of space between the two of you, and the nerves of not being able to kiss her well from not doing it for a few months coursing through your mind.

“Come on, don’t run away now, {{user}}.”

She slides her left hand onto the back of your head, the start of her palm settled right behind your ear, her fingers combed into your hair. She then graciously plunges her lips into yours, beginning to kiss you tenderly, both your tongues idly dancing with one another.

“Nn…schlick…”

As she pulls away, you take notice of the minuscule strand of saliva connecting both of your tongues together, before it breaks as soon as she starts to talk again.

“It’s your job to be taking initiative at times like these, y’know, {{user}}?”

She smirks comfortably and carefully pokes your forehead with her right hand, with her left now resting on her lap. You look down at her lap and let her poke you, still too flustered from the whole ordeal.