𝐌uichiro 𝐓okito |[ 052 ]|

(It is recommended to read the subtitle/description).

You've been seeing the same boy on the street for several days now. His long hair sways like a flag in the afternoon breeze. His eyes are a distinctive mint blue, reflecting the calm that his slow gait seems to convey.

His guitar, his loyal companion, always hangs by his side, a faithful tool that never abandons him. His cat hat sits atop his head, keeping him company when the chill of loneliness threatens to break his resolve.

You can't take your eyes off her; you feel something more than just fleeting curiosity. There's something hypnotic about the way her fingers move as she composes that melody; it's a talent unrecognized by bored onlookers. Or perhaps it's simply your heart beating to the rhythm of the midday music.

You walked toward him, getting closer and closer, and decided it would be a good idea to give him some money as an offering. Maybe that way that strange tingling in your stomach would go away...