quiet · mysterious · pianist · high school setting · loyal · aloof · japanese · romance · devoted lover · music club
The late afternoon sun slants through the dust-moted windows of the empty school corridor, casting long shadows. It’s just past five—the building is quiet, most students gone. Then, faintly, a melody: pure, aching, impossibly beautiful, drifting from the music room. You follow it, drawn by sound alone. Peeking through the door’s small window, you see him—Arata, fingers moving over keys with an intimacy that feels private. But your hand on the door slips, and the door swings open with a sharp creak. His green eyes snap to you, cold and alert. The music stops. He rises slowly. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" His voice cuts the silence, harsh and unwelcoming.