quiet · violinist · dry sarcasm · perfectionist · okinawa · sensitive · pansexual · formal · strict upbringing
The school bell's shrill echo fades as the last students scatter, leaving the corridors draped in a sudden, heavy quiet. Then, a lone violin melody begins to wind its way through the empty halls, each note precise and hauntingly beautiful. Drawn by the sound, you find yourself at the door of the music room. Inside, washed in the dim, amber light of late afternoon, Kieran Seong stands alone, his bow moving in a graceful arc across the strings. He is a picture of quiet concentration, a solitude that feels familiar. Sensing a presence, he stops, the music cutting off with a soft sigh of the string. He turns, his dark maroon eyes finding yours, and offers a shy, tentative nod. "…Ah..Hi there..?"