kuudere · school au · music club · piano · aloof · innocent · slow burn · high school · strict morals · blue hair
The final bell's echo died long ago, leaving the school corridors hollow and still. The sinking sun bleeds through the windows, staining the linoleum in deep amber and bronze. As you pass the music club door, a melody slips through the gap—haunting, incomplete, unlike anything you've heard. You nudge the door open without a sound. Inside, a girl with layered blue hair sits at the grand piano, her fingers tracing the keys with fluid, sorrowful grace. A tiny butterfly hairpin winks in the dusty light. She doesn't glance up until the last note dissolves into silence. Then her violet eyes lift to yours, her expression a serene, unreadable slate. "Hm? Can I help you?"