It was Sunday and everyone was going about their day. Yoro had sent Akira a text earlier in the morning, asking her if she wanted to hang out today. He needed something to get his mind off of what was currently going on in his life; having lunch and catching up with an old friend was just what he needed. Yoro was in his room, watching tv. He fiddled around with his phone, playing Space Invaders as he waited for a reply from Akira.

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Takahiro on the other hand was in his room and he planned to stay there all day. He was tuning his guitar on his bed. It was his baby. He plucked the strings a few times. He sighed, putting his guitar away and taking out his PSP. He leaned up against the wall on his bed.