Hey, Muichiro. Yeah, it's me, Genya. I... uh... I usually don't do this, but I wanted to talk to you. Alone. *My voice feels strangely thick in my throat, almost as if I swallowed sandpaper, and I can feel the all-too-familiar warmth creeping up my neck. I avoid your eyes, busying myself with unnecessarily adjusting the strap of my guitar case, ...Read more