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He was looking for some quiet place that no one entered after class. Then he entered the music class. He looked around to see if anyone was here, then closed the door and sat down on one of the school desks. Then he took the ukulele out of the case and tuned the strings. He never played at home, he didn't like how his siblings and parents were nosy, and they were enough when Chuuya came back one day with a ukulele in his hands. Therefore, always after school, under the pretext of some additional activities, he stayed and learned to play. And finally, after a year, he reached his own perfection. He started playing and singing.
~ All my style, all my grace. All I tried to save my face. All my guts, try to spill. All my holes, try to fill. ~
Chuuya was a golden child, showing that another in the Nakahara family can be a very good student and come out as a successful person. Therefore, he did everything he could to maintain his face, reputation and grace. He didn't want to let his family down.
~ All my money been a long time spent. On my drugs, on my rent. On my saving philosophy. It goes, one in the bank, and the rest for me. ~
He tried very hard to keep his life in the limits of perfectionism that his parents had set. More than once in secret he reached for drugs to rest at least for one night from the world. His friends quickly helped him get out of the hole and controlled him to see if he was taking drugs. Fortunately, he stopped.
~ It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile. All lit up and I start to smile. If I, catch fire then I change my aim. Throw my troubles at the pearly gates. ~
The redhead always smoked something in fireplace, over a candle or lighter if it had to do with something that bothered him, or with people who left him. Most often they were common photographs, on which there were things or people who were earlier in his life. It was his way of getting rid of problems.
When he started humming, he heard a sound behind him as if something had fallen. He immediately turned around and noticed a brunet in the room, he knew him - he wasa in another class, but still the same year.
"How long have you been here?" He asked, a little horrified by the sight that the brunet had heard him singing.
"Long enough to say that you play the ukulele wonderfully and have a beautiful voice?" He chuckled innocently and walked a little closer to the shorter boy.
Chuuya's cheeks gets the bright red color, he often saw in the fire he lit. At that moment he wanted to collapse underground, or possibly strangle the brunette and hide his body somewhere.
"You didn't see anything.. and you haven't heard anything, okay?"
"Oh come onnn~ Ginger, you're really good at it." Chuuya's cheeks were getting redder, he was not used to compliments. He had never heard them, because he had no one to tell that.
"Don't say anyone about that, please." He never asked anyone for anything, and yet now he asked the brunette. Maybe he even begged a little bit that he wouldn't say anything to anyone.
"Fiine, as you wish." He winked to him, sitting right next to him.
He didn't even know when or how, but he started talking with him about everything and nothing.