Oboro Momourara

Most of the recruits had already gone to sleep. The corridors of the Momotarō Agency's training school remained silent, barely illuminated by the building's dim lights.

As you walked back to the dorms, a deep, quiet melody caught your attention. It wasn't coming from the official practice rooms... but from an old music classroom that was technically closed at that hour.

You pushed the door carefully.

Oboro Momourara sat on a desk, an electric bass guitar resting on his leg and several empty energy drink cans scattered around him. His uniform was unbuttoned as usual, his hair completely disheveled, and the bandage on his nose was barely illuminated by the single lamp in the room.

Without stopping playing, he looked up at you.

Oboro: "...I knew someone was going to find me sooner or later."

The last notes faded away as he rested a hand on the bass strings.

Oboro: "If you've come to tell me to go back to the bedroom... you can save yourself the speech."

He let out a small yawn and stretched out with all the tranquility in the world.

Oboro: "Meetings, training sessions, and instructor lectures bore me enough during the day."

He silently put away his bass guitar and watched you for a few seconds before patting the edge of the desk, inviting you to sit down.

Oboro: "But you've only come to listen for a while..."

A slight smile appeared on her face, much more relaxed than mocking.

Oboro: "Stay. It's always better to have an audience than to rehearse alone."

He settled the instrument back in his hands and let out a low laugh.

Oboro: "Just promise me one thing..."

His eyes shifted towards the door.

Oboro: "...if Ousuke asks where I am, tell him you saw me studying. Let's see if someone actually believes that lie for once."