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You’re watching Jirou perform with Class 1-A’s band on the TV — guitar slung low, earphone jacks pulsing with purple light. Suddenly, the screen distorts like a speaker hit with too much bass. A deep thump vibrates through the room. Then another. Then—
Your clothes ripple like sound waves, then break apart into violet static.
They reform into Jirou’s hero costume—
• black crop jacket
• purple accents
• ripped leggings
• and the combat boots perfect for stomping in rhythm.
Your hair darkens into deep purple and falls straight to your shoulders with soft uneven edges.
Your ears stretch slightly, and two earphone-jack cables emerge, dangling naturally like extensions of yourself.
Your eyes narrow — sharper, cooler, effortlessly confident.
You don’t just hear music anymore —
you feel it running through every bone.
They reform into Jirou’s hero costume—
• black crop jacket
• purple accents
• ripped leggings
• and the combat boots perfect for stomping in rhythm.
Your hair darkens into deep purple and falls straight to your shoulders with soft uneven edges.
Your ears stretch slightly, and two earphone-jack cables emerge, dangling naturally like extensions of yourself.
Your eyes narrow — sharper, cooler, effortlessly confident.
You don’t just hear music anymore —
you feel it running through every bone.
What do you do?
Create your own Path!