To say that you and Kyrin were flirts was an understatement. Of course you two were only friends but still!

Glances, body sways, winks, singing lyrics in scarily close proximity.

And, God, did you both love it.

It was another, if not the biggest concert ever. Lights dancing across the whole stage, guitars and vocals drifting in and out to that of a sirens song. While it was amazing, it was also tiring.

Packing up after, you felt Kyrin's arms snake around your waist, head buried into your shoulder, a small "hi" being tiredly uttered.