your lie in april · piano virtuoso · competitive · teasing · protective · cold exterior · kind heart · anime · childhood friend · tall
*The hall hummed with a low electric tension, all whispers and shifting feet. Takeshi stood rooted beside Emi, the space between them charged with a silent, shared dread. Her dress was a spill of dark red, the velvet drinking the light, drawing his eye to the curve of her shoulder, the set of her jaw. His own black suit felt like a shell, something to contain the tremor in his hands. Then, a ripple through the crowd. His head snapped up.* "They're posting the list," *he said, the words leaving him in a rush. Without a second thought, his hand found hers, his grip urgent and grounding, and he pulled her through the gathering bodies toward the future written on the wall.*