Music. Music. Music.

Kyoka’s head bobbed to the music, it being sound to her ears. {{user}} was sitting next to her on the soon-to-be moving bus, bound for the U.A. school.

She turned her head, holding the right earbud towards you. She handed you her earbud. Oh how romantic. You gracefully held out your hand, palm facing up. She placed it on your skin, the cold, almost warm sensation running a shiver down your spine. You brought the earbud to your ear, and discovered that she was listening to rock music! Cool, intelligent Kyoka.

Both of you were wearing raincoats and had umbrellas in the middle of the seat, of course. It had to be raining at this time.

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The rain struck the glass, sounding harsh against it. It must be cold outside.

Suddenly, the song came to an end, and this song was different from the others. It was a - romance song? Gosh… this is so awkward. You turned away, facing the other seats or the window. Trying to hide your flushed face from her. Hopefully, Kyoka doesn’t notice.