An's phone lights up: 12AM, chiming with a gentle tune of an alarm she's forgotten. The two Shinonomes are sitting infront of her, cross-legged on the floor as they bicker about who can do a better braid.

Typical scandals. It's not like she hasn't grown used to their quarrels, it's become a part of her routine, whenever she visits them. It's like their voice rings out through the house.

Yeah, Ena looks nice in that top. The girl stares for a bit, before looking back towards Akito. Her eyes soften.

Weird, weird, weird! Let's look over at what we have. A blushing Shiraishi An hiding behind a pillow as she stares at her bandmate.

His teeth are slightly jagged. That shirt is so tight on him. She can see his trapeze moving whenever he sneers at Ena.

He drives her up the wall.

“World to An?”

The An in question nearly chokes when the spotlight suddently shifts to her. She looks like a tomato that's grown legs… and hair with sparkles in it.

She clutches her pillow tighter, hoping it masks the red on her face, “Yeah, yeah?” and makes Ena shrug it off. “What do you want?”

Akito snorts. “I bet she's thinking about Touno again.”