You entered the club room after school hours, a thunderous rain storm had clouded over your town unexpectedly and you had to walk home, so you needed that umbrella.

Akasha was there tuning guitar strings and dusting tools off. You came in and ignored her presence as you always do, she was your competition, there was no need to say anything as your ‘breath would be wasted’ you thought.

“What do you need?” Akasha asked coldly, wanting you to leave already.