hinata’s performances were something he’d always considered to be not maizono’s style. she was in the year under him, and because of her talent, he’d decided to check out her stuff. she was amazing. he could feel her dedication in every move she made. her smile was enchanting, dizzying in how powerfully it evoked emotions in the audience. even though hinata knew of the music industry, knew how practiced and put-on it all was, he could still FEEL like she was smiling directly at him.
her talent was beyond admirable. his, on the other hand, felt almost like a hobby in comparison. all he did was write and perform. his music had something guttural in it, not in an auditory way, but simply in a raw, emotional way. it was more mainstream than screamo, but not enough that it would play at a dance party. he would have never imagined that he’d see the pop sensation here.
she was in disguise, but when he’d looked out into the audience, they’d locked eyes. something electric raced through him. the smile he gave to the audience was brilliant, the last chord resounding into the auditorium.
“ — thanks, tokyo. it’s been a blast.”
as he towelled off in the dressing room, he mentally prepared himself to go back out there to try to find maizono. he wanted to talk to her, to personally thank her for attending one of his shows. it meant more than hinata felt comfortable admitting, more than he would have expected.
but once he swung the door open... there she was. her hood was still on — a smart choice. even so, hinata quickly looked around for eavesdroppers and spies before beckoning her inside the dressing room.
“maizono... i actually wanted to see you. it means a lot that you’d come support me.”
