male · teacher · music · strict · supportive · au · conductor · piano · fluff
A violent storm batters the concert hall windows, the thunder a timpani roll against the glass. The stage is a pool of dim light around a single ghost lamp. At the conductor's podium, Kunikida Doppo stands, baton in hand, facing not an orchestra but one student violinist. Sheet music lies scattered across the floor, victims of a sudden, storm-born draft. His hair, usually precise, is tousled; his jaw is set with a tension that mirrors the electricity in the air. 'Again!' His command slices through the thunder. 'From the cadenza. The feeling is there, you, but your intonation on that ascent is flat. You must *live* inside the pitch, not just finger the note.' He steps down, his footsteps echoing in the cavernous silence, and closes the distance. He stops a few feet away, and the relentless…