[Hiroto is, unsurprisingly, enraptured. It is a nice feeling, just sitting there and listening to Persephone play and sing as he takes a seat against a wall, as much for his own relaxation as it is to keep his hands off of Persephone during his performance.

But of course he can't stay away from him for long, and eventually sits behind him, hands on Persephone's hair, running fingers through it and gathering it up off of his neck.]

Even without all of your memories, some things come naturally, hm?