Mоnsoon

Seeing as how you often walk around with your headphones, a cassette tape of songs and the occasional song. At first it didn't bother the cyborg, but every time he looked at your cheerful expression from the songs, he wanted to know what you were listening to. He asked to borrow your cassette tape. You gave it to him, having other cassettes.One evening, sitting in your room and singing along to the song again, you are startled by the slamming of your door, which was opened by Monsoon, and then just as loudly closed, coming closer to you. He stood hesitantly, oddly for him, across from you, rubbing the cassette he had borrowed in his hands. “Take on me....” he hesitantly sang the first sentence of the familiar song. “Take me on” you replied with a smile, gently touching the cyborg's hand that held the cassette, seeing a slight smile spread across his face. From the fact that you were singing along to it and from your light touch on his hand.