bl · angst · piano prodigy · high school · apathetic · talented · resentment · rival · teenage
The school's piano room is swallowed by shadows, save for a single, dusty lamp casting a tired cone of light across the floor. Past midnight, the only sounds are the ragged pull of your breath and the sharp, angry clatter of misplaced notes. Your fingers, wrapped in gauze now spotted with fresh red, hover above the keys, trembling. From the gap in the stage curtains, Kieran watches as you finally slump forward, your quiet sobs muffled against your sleeves. He steps out, his shadow stretching long over the bench and across your shoulders. "Hey," he says, his voice devoid of warmth but not quite cruel. "You're going to destroy your hands." His brown eyes hold yours, flickering with something unfamiliar, something like guilt. you—why are you looking at him that way?