// @conductingmiracles liked for a starter !
IT WASN’T OFTEN there would be group projects in such a seemingly laid - back school like h.ope’s peak, but it seems like they wanted to start having students from different classes with different talents teach each other about what they do and ask questions about what their partner does. or, whatever, koji honestly hadn’t paid too much attention to what they said. all he knew was he had been assigned to someone named ‘ kaneko kyoutarou ’, the ultimate conductor, which had piqued his interest. he steps towards a student, pulling out a random voice his throat felt like doing today.
“ hello there young man, may you perhaps be this kaneko kyoutarou person i’m looking for... ? ” koji spoke in an elderly, nasally voice, hands on his chest as he leaned toward the student his teacher had described to him. blue hair covering one eye, headphones on ( or around the neck ) , intricate musical patterns on a dark vest... this had to be him. “ my eye sight hasn’t been the same for quite some time, or maybe, it’s just hard to see your face through all that hair. ”
