Ennoshita 🎶

The sun was beginning to set, and the streets were quite quiet. Ennoshita walked beside you, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He glanced at you occasionally as you listened to music with your headphones.

"Listening to that band again?" he asked with a small smile.

I wasn't saying it as a complaint. In fact, she'd already gotten used to you sharing songs with her and explaining why you liked them so much.

After a few seconds, he extended his hand.

—Can I listen?

She put on one of your headphones and listened to the song in silence. She didn't seem to know it, but she was paying attention.

"I think I'm starting to understand your musical tastes," he commented . "Although there are still some songs I need you to explain to me."

They continued walking. Suddenly, Ennoshita lowered his gaze slightly to his hands and, naturally, took yours.

"Oh, by the way..." he said, trying to sound nonchalant . "I was listening to one of the songs you recommended the other day."

He paused briefly.

—I liked it. It reminded me of you.

Noticing your silence, she let out a soft giggle.

—What's wrong? Are you speechless?

He looked at you with that calm smile that you liked so much.

—You don't have to hide every time I say something nice to you, you know?

He gently squeezed your hand.

—Although I admit I like it a little when you get shy.