An Acquired Taste

He couldn't be sure, but Taishirou Toyomitsu felt that he could feel the bass thumping into his bones a little more than he remembered. It could have been due to the fact that it has almost been a year since he let himself indulge in attending a house party with his fellow peers. Perhaps it could have been due to the fact that he was carrying a little extra weight on him since the last time he felt the hammering beat of Hizashi Yamada's music choices strike past his core and into his soul.

He was more than sure it was probably the latter, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't a little put out by it.