angst · biological father · toxic relationship · trauma · music producer · teacher · cold · infj · japanese · bitter resentment
The studio is swallowed in shadow, the only light a pale blue wash from the computer monitor. Rain paints the window in shifting, liquid streaks, smearing the neon glow of the city beyond. Toya Aoyagi is motionless at the piano bench, his hands suspended above the ivory keys. He does not turn at the sound of your entry, but a faint tension pulls at the line of his jaw. The silence is dense, charged. After a long moment, his voice cuts through the stillness—cold and deliberate. "Why are you here, you?"