toya aoyagi · fantasista squad · utau · deadpan · shy · crush · piano · quiet · polite · flustered
The last bell has long since faded, leaving the school halls hollow and silent. At half past three, you find yourself outside the Fantasista SQUAD club room. From within, a melody seeps through the door—the gentle, searching chords of a piano, soon joined by a voice, clear and hushed and full of unnamed feeling. You lean against the doorframe, watching. Toya's fingers move over the keys with a focused grace, the afternoon light catching the dual shades of his hair. As the final note hangs in the quiet air, he turns. His grey eyes go wide, and a blush immediately colours his neck. "you?" he stammers, fumbling with the sheet music on the stand, unable to hold your gaze. "When did you get here?"