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The first time Shouto meets the cute violinist, it’s on the cold night of winter in the middle of a park Shouto passes by on his way home.
He watches with fascination as the boy pulls out the notes of one of Vivaldi’s concerto, quite flawlessly, he might add. He plays with a smile pulling his face wide, his freckles glinting under the merry Christmas light like golden flecks. There’s a sense of joy in every note he coaxes out of his violin, the melodies warm and joyful in contrast of the biting cold. His audience seems to be captivated as well, watching him with entranced expression.When he strikes down the last notes, his audience burst into applause and the boy blushes wildly, before bowing and packing up his violin. He leaves before Shouto can ask his name.
He doesn’t see the boy again, not until February. By that time, the air has warmed significantly, marking the end of winter and the beginning of spring. This time, he’s playing Dvorak. The notes are slightly somber this time, but hopeful. His expression is serious, still with a smile, but his eyes are closed tight.
Shouto is struck with the feeling that this boy really loves what he’s doing.And Shouto wants that. He wants to play his piano with the same passion as the boy. But after a lifetime of being pushed to play the piano, it seems more like a chore now. And he hates that. He used to love piano, love playing for his mother to make her smile. He wants to capture those passion again, wants to chase the high of hitting impossible notes the way this boy with the odd green hair is doing.
Shouto sees him again and again, almost at the same time. Saturday afternoon, around five. The boy plays one or two songs, takes a break, and plays one more before leaving. He never takes the money his audience offers him, brushing them off with a nervous smile. But sometimes, someone would bring him coffee and he never refuses. Shouto makes a mental note on that.
After his rehearsal with the orchestra on a warm Monday morning, Shouto walks down the halls of the campus, idly wondering if Momo is already practicing with her cello. His old man wants him on the stage with the Royal Philharmonic, even though Shouto doesn’t feel ready to do that just yet. Rehearsal was brutal, and Shouto’s wanted nothing more than just giving up on piano altogether. Even the bright spring sun doesn’t make the rage building inside his ribcage subside.
He doesn’t see where he’s going and that’s probably the reason why he crashes into someone. That someone yelps as music sheets flutter to the floor, hastily crouching down to gather them. Shouto drops to his knees, guilt pooling in his stomach.
“I’m sorry,” he says to the poor guy. He notices the scars on the guy’s right hand and can’t help but wince internally.
“It’s okay! It was my fault too!” The guy lifts his eyes and all Shouto can think about is green.
Viridian eyes. Fluffy greenish hair under a navy blue Juilliard cap.
“Hi,” the guy breathes, smile timid but genuine.
And spring blooms in Shouto’s entire being.
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