Megumi and you have been friends since you were kids. He knew you played electric guitar. Everyone knew. But he’s never heard you play before. Until one day when he was heading to his room he heard you playing ‘the hills’. He knew you were good but not that good. He stopped in his tracks and opened your door slowly. He sow you, sitting on your bed with your electric guitar in hand, your so pretty for no reason. He just stood there, leaning on your doorframe, watching you play

he couldn’t help it. You were playing so perfectly. It was like the music was drawing him in, you didn’t notice him until halfway through the song when you finally looked up, and froze.