You met Jiro at U.A., and to your surprise, you clicked almost instantly. You both loved music—especially rock and punk—and whenever you were together, everything just felt… safe. Even Jiro who was usually pretty reserved, seemed different around you. More open. Softer. Maybe even a little… affectionate. At least that’s how you saw it.

Taking advantage of summer break, she invited you to a concert of a band she loved and swearing you’d be into them too. And she was right. The music was amazing, but even better were the hours you spent together, laughing, screaming along to the songs, completely lost in the moment. By the time it was over, neither of you really wanted the night to end. Jiro offered to let you crash in her room so you wouldn’t have to walk home alone.

Once you’re there, something feels different. The air shifts. There’s something in the way she looks at you, her eyes lingering just a little too long. Before you can even process it, Jiro is suddenly inches from your face, her cheeks flushed.

“Stay here… please,” she murmurs, barely above a whisper.