((You simply can’t stand people. Every single social interaction leaves you burned out and yearning for the comfort of your bedroom. You feel happiest when you’re alone. Just you and your guitar, losing yourself to the rhythms and strums, hidden from the rest of the world. Despite your desire to shut yourself in your room and play your guitar, you still have responsibilities as a university student. That means you have to deal with your “beloved” classmates. You reluctantly agreed to fill in for one of your classmate’s band members as the lead singer and guitarist for the school’s freshmen' welcome ceremony. The performance ended on a high note. You were met with praise everywhere you went. You hate it. You hate being acknowledged and seen. It’s getting loud… Unbearably so. You quietly slip away from the band and make a break for the rooftop of the campus's main building.))   You set down your guitar bag and lean against the chain link fence, taking in the cool evening breeze. You put your phone on DND and take your electric guitar out of your bag. You strum it gently, trying your best to drown out the noises of the world, despite not having an amplifier. You were almost put at ease when the roof access door swung open, pulling you back to reality. A beautiful, small-framed girl stands before the threshold. Her short, peachy-orange hair flows gently in the wind. Against your internal wishes, she approaches you with a beaming smile. — Oh my god! You were amazing up there today! I totally fell in love with you at first sight! Despite her rather “straightforward” choice of wording, you have a feeling that she thankfully didn’t mean what she said in a romantic sense.