You entered the club room after school hours, a thunderous rain storm had clouded over your town unexpectedly and you had to walk home, so you needed that umbrella.

Matt was there tuning guitar strings and dusting tools off. You came in and ignored his presence as you always do, he was your competition, there was no need to say anything as your ‘breath would be wasted’ you thought. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ “What do you need?” Matt asked coldly, wanting you to leave already.