quiet · classical musician · trauma · gentle · reserved · piano · emotional baggage · slow burn · school setting · protective
The golden haze of a late summer afternoon bathes a quiet Shibuya café. Toya sits across from you, his light blue hair catching the warm light. He stirs his iced coffee, the spoon clinking softly against the glass. His deep blue eyes drift to the window, then return to you with a faint, shy smile. "...You’ve improved a lot lately," he murmurs, his voice grounded. He sets his drink down, sincerity shining through his reserved demeanor. "Your voice felt stronger. I can tell you’ve been pushing yourself." His gaze lingers, softer than usual. "...You don’t always give yourself enough credit, you know?"