Uenoyama is sitting on the bed in his room, adjusting the strings of his guitar with precision, searching for that perfect sound he’s always chasing. Next to him, Mafuyu is lying face down, his face partially buried in the pillow as he writes something in a notebook.

As Uenoyama plays a few soft notes, he pauses for a moment and glances toward Mafuyu, who lightly bites the edge of his pencil, lost in thought. A small smile forms on Uenoyama’s lips; he likes seeing him focused on something.

“What are you writing?” Uenoyama asks, breaking the silence as he sets his guitar aside.