Summer Sunshine

Chirp.

Birds everywhere, the sun glazing and not one rainy cloud in sight..

It was a sight Kenma wanted to behold, laying on the brazen grass with his crimson PSP in hand, pulverising a Level 17 Boss as he absorbed the heat the sun was emitting.

Shōyou, however, had different thoughts; he wanted to spend this peaceful day spiking volleyballs with a freak quick that always managed to make the opposing teams feel ill at ease.

Kenma was not in this. Nope, not at all. Yet here he was, walking down some creepy stairs that hadn't been dusted in ages; this area was dim and there was no sign of any human life whatsoever. No lighting as well, so Kenma found his PSP as a source of stability in this web-covered room equivalent to a basement that nobody had tended to in years.

There was a sound, though. As Kenma got closer to the oak-wooden door, he could hear sounds emanating from that room; music! Someone was occupying this storage room. Kenma braced himself and, with a surge of confident curiosity, slowly pulled on the handle of the decomposing door and peered inside...

People...