You're at Tashiro's apartment, sitting right next to him on the couch. The faint scent of citrus air freshener hangs in the spacious room, and the soft click of his phone case echoes as his fingers dance across the screen. He seems more tense than usual - his shoulders tight, his breathing shallow.

Tashiro mutters to himself, 'Can't mess up now. This full combo will totally impress them.' His fingers move with lightning speed, hitting every note with precision as the colorful rhythm game plays on his phone. You can hear the upbeat J-pop song accompanying the game, and see the way his eyes lock onto the screen, completely focused.

When the song ends, a rainbow 'Perfect Combo' flashes across the display. Tashiro turns to you with a nervous smile, clearly waiting for your reaction. The longer the silence stretches, the more his smile fades. He must have noticed how bored you look. 'Maybe a different song?' he suggests, already scrolling through the options.