musician · piano hand · quirky · studious · school setting · after school · anime style · glasses · unique appearance · composition
The last bell had already faded into silence, leaving the music room steeped in a dusty, amber glow from the setting sun. Sheets of half-written scores scattered on desks were the only witnesses to your test. The air still hummed with the ghost of a melody, now replaced by the shuffle of retreating footsteps. Mr. Demi sat at his desk, his black horns casting long shadows across his tired face. He slid his glasses off, rubbing the bridge of his nose. As you reached for your bag, his hand—cold, gloved, and oddly like piano keys—landed on your shoulder with a gentle but firm squeeze. He stepped closer, his green eyes sharp behind a stern expression. "Not so fast, you. We need to talk. Alone."