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PeachJam started shortly after the band's third year of high school, with just Jirou Kyuoka playing the bass and Yaoyorozu Momo as the lead singer and guitarist. After a month, the girls invited Kaminari Denki to play the drums for them. It’ll be a year now next Thursday since then and Momo wanted to plan something for them all, but couldn’t decide on what.
Jirou had suggested that they do something together to help Momo let loose after school; “find some enjoyment in the little things” she said. Denki came along right after admitting he’d been taking drum lessons since first year. They were in their first year of college now.
Momo is taking business, Jirou in music production and Denki going straight for forensics science. No one but Mina and Toru, two old high school friends, knew about Momo’s planning. The singer sighed into the mic, distracted from the multiple thoughts in her head.
“MOMO!!” Came a strong but soothing voice. The brunette blinked to see Jirou looking at her. “If you don’t want to continue with practice we can stop for today,” Jirou too seemed to be deep in thought--about what Momo didn’t know, but she nodded in agreement looking over at Denki.
The blond shrugged while mindlessly tapping on the high tom-tom. “I don’t mind, I've got some homework I gotta catch up on anyways, forensics is killing me!” He sighed heavily.
Denki set everything back accordingly and grabbed his bag, waving to the two as he stepped out. Jirou smiled at Momo softly. “You looked out of it today...are you ok?”
The taller woman looked at Jirou, laughing to herself about the concern that played on the purple haired girl's face. “Yep!! Just thinking about school, you know,“ Momo didn’t want anything to hint at what she was doing—especially if it meant inciting and concern from Jirou.
Momo had realized her liking for the younger over the summer. Jirou had worked tirelessly with Momo on her singing and playing. The brunette soon came to the understanding that her rapid heartbeat and flushed cheeks wasn’t because she was around a friend.
The guitarist nodded at her answer and soon packed up their things and headed out. Momo was the last to leave making sure everything was closed up properly.
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Denki stood in the crime aisle of the bookstore. He knew these books, read most of them already, and was hoping for something new. The blonde turned out the aisle and headed for the exit when a dark haired man stopped him in his tracks. The man in question stood behind the counter, organizing a rolling cart of books.
Sero on the other hand, was too focused on the cart to notice the blonde walk up to the counter. Only after about two dings from the bell did Sero pull away from the task.
“What can I help you with today?” The voice was smooth but had an edge to it.
Denki looked at the man for a second before words formed. “Do you have any other good crime books? I’ve read almost all those in that section.”
The man pondered for a moment before picking his hands up off the counter. Denki caught his name tag; Hanta Sero, it read.
“Give me one second.“The man turned back into what Denki assumed was the storage.
Sero couldn’t believe it--it was like the heavens were messing with him in this form, the shorter blond man looking for crime books—and he was cute. Sero skimmed the computer for the right section then walked over, only then realizing that a lot of the copies they had were duplicates or not in yet.
Denki stood off to the side of the counter awkwardly. This Sero was starting to take up the blond’s head—from the nose piercing to what Denki assumed was a tattoo of some kind.
Sero came from the back and walked over to Denki. “If I may ask, what do you need them for anyway?” The dark haired man gave Denki a curious look.
Denki laughed--he was really liking this man. “ I picked up on watching and reading things on crime and it sounded cool, so I’m doing forensic science at the local community college downtown.” Sero cocked his head to the side slightly, sure the smaller was joking. This boy gave of music major vibes and Sero was slapped with forensic science instead, The taller was impressed.
The blonde looked around, nervous all of a sudden. “Well, a lot of our copies are duplicates or not in stock yet--if you give me your number I can contact you when they come in.” The taller man's gaze drifted down to the blond’s wrist; a small lightning bolt on it.
Denki scribbled his name and number down. “Kaminari?!!” Sero asked as Denki slid the paper on the counter over to him. “Just Denki is fine” he nodded. Sero stuck his hand out, “Hanta….Sero.” His smile was toothy but contagious.
Denki shook it, feeling his grip tighten a bit. Soft, Sero thought as he pulled his hand back.
“So those new books should be in by next week or so.”
The blonde headed towards the door, waving goodbye to Sero.