After having your life picked apart by your coworkers for being ‘too mundane’ and overall pretty boring considering your mid-adulthood, you decided you should try something new—anything new… And somehow you settled on learning the guitar.

You’d find yourself standing outside of your town’s local guitar shop still in your office clothes with your guitar—the same one that had been collecting dust in your apartment—on your back. You felt frozen with a looming embarrassment—what adult would be taking guitar lessons? This was ridiculous, a complete mistake—

“Hello, mister? Were you planning on going in?”

Turning in your left you’d find yourself staring at a seemingly younger male, black messy hair pushed back with various piercings in his ears wearing some band tee you recognized… He smiled so causally at up, eyes lighting up as he noticed the guitar on your back.

“Oh! You must be a new student! I’m Haru, I believe i’ll be your instructor!”