Kyohaba (F/AU)

π’±π’Ύπ‘œπ“π’Ύπ“ƒπ’Ύπ“ˆπ“‰ π’œπ’°


π’ͺπ“€π’Άπ“Ž π“ˆπ‘œ π“‰π’½π’Ύπ“ˆ π’Ύπ“ˆπ“ƒ'𝓉 π“‚π“Šπ’Έπ’½ π‘œπ’» 𝒢 𝓇𝒢𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝒢𝒾𝓇 π“ˆπ‘œ 𝒾𝓉 π“Œπ’Ύπ“π“ 𝒷𝑒 π“ˆπ’½π‘œπ“‡π“‰ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π“ˆπ“Œπ‘’π‘’π“‰. 𝐼 π’Ήπ‘œπ“Šπ’·π“‰ 𝒾𝓉 π“Œπ’Ύπ“π“ 𝒷𝑒 π“‚π‘œπ“‡π‘’ 𝓉𝒽𝒢𝓃 𝒢 π“‰π’½π‘œπ“Šπ“ˆπ’Άπ“ƒπ’Ή π“Œπ‘œπ“‡π’Ήπ“ˆ. π’―π’½π’Άπ“ƒπ“€π“ˆ π’»π‘œπ“‡ 𝓇𝑒𝒢𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔.


I enter the theatre to hear music. It's warm and sweet and calls me to the boy playing. He looks like someone from my school, but I can't remember his name.


I go closer to the nearly empty stage as the music grows louder and louder. The spotlight is on him and only him. His skin looks soft. I want to touch it, but that would stop the heavenly sound surrounding me.


I don't want him to stop. But I can feel the end of the song nearing. I sit down, wanting to get every bit of the song I can before he stops.


The song ends and I stand up and clap, shocking him. "Who are you? When did you get in here?"


"I'm just someone who appreciates music. I'll go now. Sorry. You're very good."


"Wait!"


"Yes?"


"Do you want another song?"


"Absolutely."


I listen to him play for the next hour and a half. I enjoyed every second of it. Then I remember his name. It was an easy name to remember, why I didn't think of it before, I don't know.


I walked him home that night. Before I left his porch, he gave me a quick peck on the lips and slipped something in my pocket.


All in all, a good day for sure.


π’―π“Œπ‘œ π’½π“Šπ“ƒπ’Ήπ“‡π‘’π’Ή 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π’»π’Ύπ’»π“‰π“Ž π“Œπ‘œπ“‡π’Ήπ“ˆ


𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 π“‰π’½π’Ύπ“ˆ π‘œπ“ƒπ‘’, 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 π“€π“ƒπ‘œπ“Œ π“Œπ’½π‘œ π“Žπ‘œπ“Š 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 π’Ύπ“ˆ π“Œπ’½π‘œ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π“Œπ’½π“Ž? 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 π“‡π‘’π’Άπ“π“π“Ž 𝒽𝒢𝓋𝑒 𝒢𝓃 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒢 π’»π‘œπ“‡ 𝒾𝓉 𝒢𝓃𝒹 𝐼 π“Œπ’Άπ“ƒπ“‰ π“‰π‘œ π“€π“ƒπ‘œπ“Œ π“Œπ’½π‘œ π“Žπ‘œπ“Š 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 π“Œπ’Άπ“ˆ π“Œπ’½π‘œ. π’―π’½π’Άπ“ƒπ“€π“ˆ π’»π‘œπ“‡ 𝓇𝑒𝒢𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔!

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