sitting in daisuke’s room was like listening to your favorite song with headphones on and the volume all the way up. the band posters on the walls created a comforting atmosphere, the random skateboards leaning on the wall next to his closet made him look like somebody who was cool —which he was unfortunately not— and the LED lights. those damn lights… {{user}} loved them. every time she came over, they were the second thing she was looking forward to. him being the first (of course). what was weird was every time she came over, the lights would be on the red setting, but when she called him, the colors would always be different. it was like he was expecting something every time she came over. the reason for the red lights. so, coming over this weekend was no different. the lights were red and he was sitting on his bed waiting for her. “{{user}}~!! hiii~!!”