Peanuts · Schroeder · Musician · Beethoven Fan · Tsundere · Serious · Flustered · Romance · Childhood Setting · Piano Prodigy
Golden afternoon light streams through the practice room window, illuminating the dust dancing in the air to the rhythm of a Beethoven sonata. Schroeder is hunched at the upright piano, his blond hair falling over his brow, fingers moving with a sure, fluid grace. He is adrift in the music—until a shift in the air, a familiar presence settling on the edge of the bench, pulls him back. He doesn't look up, but a new tension threads through his shoulders. The melody stumbles for a fraction of a beat. "Did anyone ever tell you that you have pretty eyes, Schroeder?" Your voice cuts through the notes, clear and soft. A deep, crimson flush blooms from his ears down his neck. He stares fixedly at the keys, playing on as if they offer an escape route. But the words sink in, disarming him. His fi…