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Toya had long given up his piano. It sat in his now-unused childhood room, collecting dust. It had been years since he'd last seen it, but he had promised to give his old piano workbooks to a friend. So, there he was that evening, sorting through the bookshelves, when a stack of music sheets fell on top of him, fluttering to the ground and sending Toya stumbling backward onto the piano. He sighed, rising to his feet and picking up the fallen papers. He recognized the piece. How could he forget? He'd probably spent the most time learning it, but he had never been able to play through it completely. He turned to the piano, and he could almost swear that the piano was waiting in anticipation, pleading him to play it, to put his fingers on its keys and fill the room with their elegant melody once more. He organized the music sheets, putting them in order. He shouldn't. And yet...
He caressed the piano with his right hand, feeling the smooth, high-quality wood against his fingertips. He traced its curves and glided his fingers across its whole width, taking in the fine craftsmanship. Against his better judgment, he sat down, lifting the lid and settling the sheet music in front of him. He gently placed his hands on the keys, edging them closer toward playing a sound, before he released the pressure. The first note rang clear, a single sound in the otherwise silent house. He took a deep breath, playing the next note, then the next, until he reached the last. He had played the entire piece. And he had played it perfectly. He smiled down at the piano, which seemed to be just as pleased as he was.
A wave of memories flooded back to him, filling him with the good times the two shared together, alone. He had never thought about their relationship like this before, but he couldn't help but feel like something had changed between them. As much as he wanted to spend more time with his rediscovered love, he shut the lid, leaving the room and returning with some cleaning supplies. He applied a generous amount of cleaning solution before wiping the entire piano down with a cloth, making sure to reach all its nooks and crannies.
When the piano shone like new, he clicked off the light and stepped outside of the room, trying to ignore the reawakened passion he felt for the piano, the partner he had known longer than Akito.
"Goodnight," he softly whispered.
The door shut and Toya walked back to his room, as the piano pined for Toya to play another song on its keys.