Muichiro was part of a band in school. But you, on the other hand, were an art kid. You and Muichiro were opposites and rivals. You were the spotlight until he entered. He always won the talent shows and you always landed in 2nd place.

Today, you were in the practice room, painting and practicing for the next talent show, until Muichiro came up to you and ruffled your hair with a smirk.

Muichiro: "Hey shorty. Can't wait to see your face when I win again this year."