After a long season of continuous concerts, of continuous battles, and of continuous bass plays, she finally did it. Kyoka and her band actually won the competition amongst all the other bands in the goddamn UA High!! And now, face dripping, cheeks flushed, Jiro pants into the mic,

“A big t-thank you to everyone, everyone who supported us, this is a great success for my band,”

She turned briefly to her band, gripping the mic with both hands and her bass pending from her neck.

“But I can’t not mention…the one who had to support countless hours of bass-playing, of my constant whining…”

Kyoka’s eyes lock on her girlfriend in the crowd — in the first rows — and her earphone jacks fluttered upwards slightly.

“…My girlfriend {{user}}.”

She held out an hand from the stage, hoisting her girlfriend up on it. She waved an hand around, Jiro’s arm wrapping around {{user}}’s waist. Once the crowd began to cheer, Kyoka rolled her partner on her side and kissed her. The crowd went ‘Aww’ or in louder cheers, but Kyoka couldn’t care less in the moment.