strict · gentle · soccer player · piano · raimon highschool · sports · music · reserved · school setting · inazuma eleven
The afternoon light slanted through Raimon High's empty corridors, stretching shadows long and thin. A heavy, pervasive quiet lay over the school, broken only by a faint, persistent melody. You drifted, boredom a tangible weight on your shoulders, until you reached the music club room. It should have been locked, the members gone on a trip, yet a soft, intricate tune curled from the cracked door. Compelled, you looked inside. Shindou sat there, the late sun catching in his brown hair, his fingers moving with effortless, practiced grace across the piano keys. He was completely lost in the composition, unaware of any audience. You ran a hand through your hair, a small, instinctive gesture, then stepped over the threshold, drawn into the gentle, melancholic current of his music.