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[Juvenile- One Ok Rock (lyrics) (song)]

For the sake of nostalgia, Shinkai had decided to go for an evening bike ride to just take in the sights of his new neighborhood. His journey had taken him all the way to Mocha Valley before he decided to take quick breather. Koi was definitely different than Hakone, but it was undeniably beautiful. Beautiful even in the rain, he mentally noted as droplets began falling from the darkening sky. Quickly finding shelter under the overhang of a nearby building, Shinkai decided to wait until the rain lightened up before returning to his home in Chai Condos.

The red-haired cyclist leaned his bike against the building and absentmindedly gnawed on a PowerBar while he reflected on his decision to leave Hakone. He had to admit, he really missed his friends from the cycling club. Shinkai was rather quiet by nature, so he hadn’t really introduced himself to many people here yet. He really wanted to make friends here, though. He wondered what the best approach to doing that would be… In the cycling club, they had all shared a common interest, not to mention they were stuck practicing together for hours every day. It had been inevitable that they would bond eventually. Here though… He wondered if anyone here liked cycling. Or maybe PowerBars? Bunnies? Someone here had to like bunnies.

Movement in Shinkai’s peripheral vision snapped him out of his musings. Well, now was just as good a time as any to try and make a new friend, right? This new start was a great opportunity to break out of his shyness a bit. He mentally geared himself up to call out to the stranger. On your mark… Get set…

"Hello!" the cyclist called out. "Some weather, huh?" Shinkai cringed internally. The weather was the best he could come up with on the spot. Well, while it wasn’t very original, it was a start. Hopefully this stranger was in the mood for a chat and would save Shinkai’s awkward conversation starter.

Rain. Rain as far as the sight went. Wet droplets hitting him when the wind shifted and his shelter did little help, but if he were to venture out there it didn't take a genius to know that he would be soaked in no time. Just his luck. Forcing himself out to get supplies only to be stuck under a small overhang in the middle of a sudden downpour. This was why he never left home, nothing good ever came out of it.

Why couldn't he just have stayed back home in Kashiwa? Where he had a nice warm bed, where he had his beloved computer and where he didn't have to worry about a dodgy wi-fi. Where he could easily get food during the instances where he was actually feeling hungry. He had never asked for this. He just wanted to be left alone and rot away in peace. There was no worth in the world anyway.

Just as he was standing there in his own thougts, wishing nothing more than to be in his room where he belonged, suddenly the voice of a stranger spoke out to him, the person he had previously noticed seeking cover at his side but Shintarou had decided o pay as little attention to as possible in order to keep at leas a small bit o his sanity intact. Why? Why was it common cortesy to hit up a fellow sufferer of the same downpour? Couldn't the guy see hat he just wanted to be alone? He even had a fancy bicycle and everything; that looked awfully healthy.

"A... A-ah..." Shintarou stuttered, debating on whether or not to just ignore him, but his voice had already betrayed him by showing interest. Crap. Now he'd have to follow up right? What was he supposed to do even?! Ah, right, flash a smile Shintarou! Raising the corners of his mouth and doing his very best at mimicking that gesture known as a 'smile' Shintarou finally replied. "R-r-r-right, didn't see it co-coming at all..." Hmm, that was fairly good! Maybe this communication thing wasn't as hard as he had anticipated.

#It was great yush~!#cyclingdemon

Makoto was an early riser even before he moved to Koi, so being the first to awaken isn't unusual as he doesn't know of his roommates sleeping habits so he doesn't bother to wake the other. Instead he decides to make breakfast for the two of them. Footsteps, stepping into the kitchen area brought his attention to someone who had finally woken up, or at least had graced him with his presence.