[h3][Color=SkyBlue][U]Gen Itoshi[/U][/Color][/h3]
[i]Friday, 1[sup]st[/sup], 2015 – Golden Week[/i]

[i]Warakuma Shopping Complex[/i]

Gen looked back at the stage. The idol group was gone and with it their followers. But then someone got on stage. Someone that seemed... familiar. He would have recognized him earlier had he been wearing the shcool uniform. But there was something that gave him away. The mask. That mask was characteristic of someone from school! More specifically, someone that was in Gen's class! He had a weird surname, but he knew his name was...

[Color=SkyBlue]"Rikimaru?!"[/Color] Gen's jaw dropped, and his eyes became as big as saucers. Seeing someone you knew up on a stage was odd, even if one had not spoken to said person very much or was friends with it. He was good at it, at least, good enough to be confident about it and play before a crowd. Gen would not be capable of such things, in his opinion. When the song ended, he clapped, though it was most out of respect than anyt- Wait, was Rikimaru bleeding?!

And he was still playing?! But, how? Actually, why? His fingers were red, Gen could see that much. The first year moved towards the edge of the crowd. Even if he did not know the first thing about him, Rikimaru was still a classmate, and as classmates, there was an unspoken pact that they would help their peers. And if that meant bringing him down the stage, then so be it.

But maybe after he finished the song, it would be rude to just step in mid-performance like that.

So when Rikimaru was done, Gen was waiting at the side. He started asking the most important question he had. [Color=SkyBlue]"Are you crazy?!"[/Color] And then: [Color=SkyBlue]"Oh, sorry. Itoshi Gen. We're classmates. I think I saw a pharmacy here. You should... put something there."[/Color] His eyes looked down on the bleeding fingers. Gen thought that bleeding from playing too hard was a myth, a lie made by the movie industry, but apparently it was not a lie after all.