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The rain was hitting the ground like bullets outside, and the lack of sunlight coming through the windows made for a dreary work environment. Finding it hard to focus, you sighed, closing your laptop and leaving the library to take a walk around the academy.
The halls were empty, since school had already ended; most students were either in classrooms for extra studies, like you, or they simply went back to their dorms to relax. Not everyone stayed for work, though.
All you could hear in those long passageways was the echoing sound of a distant piano. It was playing a simple melody, but it was enticing enough for you to follow it. You figured you didn’t have anything better to do, anyway.
You followed the gentle song through the seemingly endless corridors. It was like the sound was taunting you in a game of tag. A slow and musical game of tag. Soon enough, you found the door to the room holding the melody. The door was opened just a crack, letting the light from inside beam onto the tiled floors in the hallway. You peeked inside, unable to resist seeing who could be playing something so beautiful.
There was indeed a piano, and sitting on its bench was a boy who looked to be your age, with a messy mop of red hair and focused green eyes. They darted around the keys in sync with his hands, his delicate and slender fingers dancing from key to key like the rain outside. His uniform was worn, well, un-uniformly. It was baggy and worn the wrong way in all sorts of places, but at the same time it was a charming and unique sense of style. He didn’t seem to notice you poking your head through the door, completely entranced by his music.
You didn’t even realize how long you had stood there, staring at him, until he finished and looked over at you. You panicked a little internally, but as you locked eyes with him, it was like the world had stopped to exist just for you to be able to look at those beautiful peridot eyes.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have spied on you…” You said.
All the boy did was smile, and it was a smile brighter than any you had seen before. You almost had to look away.
“Hey, you’re pretty!” He shouted, stating it like a fact rather than a flirtatious line.
“Oh… thank you.” You blush.
“Wow…” He whispered and quickly stood up from the piano to walk over to you.
You felt embarrassed under his attentive gaze, almost as if he thought you were a gift from God.
“My goodness… the gods have truly answered my prayers! A beautiful muse just for me!” He exclaimed, grabbing your hands and playfully swinging your arms around together.
Oh. He really did think you were a gift from God.
“I-I’m sorry, what?!”
“Wait… of course… Why didn’t I think of it sooner?! You’re obviously an alien! And you’ve answered my telepathic signals!”
“ What?! ”
“Poor thing… they must have wiped your memories. That’s why you seem so confused…”
“I-I’m not an alien! Or from the gods. I’m from here.”
“Oh…” He said, almost seeming disappointed for a moment before cheering up again, “Oh well! You’re still gonna be my beautiful muse, okay?”
“What.”
“You say that a lot. It must be your favourite word, right? Hey, that’s it! I can feel the inspiration forming in my head… Don’t say a single word!” He pushed a finger to your lips, even though you weren’t going to say anything at all.
You watched as he grabbed a black marker out of his pocket and ran over to the wall, beginning to draw musical staves on every inch.
“Hey, are you supposed to be doing that…?”
“Shhh! You shouldn’t interrupt me when the universe is speaking to me, okay? You’re witnessing the birth of a masterpiece!”
“Oh… okay.”
You continued to watch the writing go from a few notes to an entire couple of lines.
“This is it… this song is called, ‘The Beautiful Angel From Heaven Who Likes to Say What’. Do you like it?”
“That title is way too long, don’t you think?! And am I an alien or an angel?”
The boy ignored your questions as he ran back over to the piano and started playing what he just wrote. It was beautiful, which was surprising for something he jotted down in just a few minutes on the walls. Once he was done, he ran back over to you. He looked very pleased with himself.
“Yes, yes, yes! You’re perfect! Beautiful!”
“Who even are you?!”
“Me? You haven’t heard of the genius composer Tsukinaga Leo?”
The name rang a bell, but you still weren’t able to put a face to the name. Until now, that is.
“Kind of.”
“Well, you can meet me now! I’m Tsukinaga Leo, a genius composer.” He said and took your hand, shaking it up and down far too vigorously.
“You mentioned that.”
“What’s your name, my gorgeous angel?”
“Stop calling me embarrassing things like that! My name is (Y/N), so use that.”
“(Y/N)... beautiful.” He whispered the name back, like he was trying it out on his tongue.
For some reason, just hearing him say your name gave you butterflies. This boy was the weirdest person you’d ever met, but he was oddly charming and kind of cute, in his own… special way. You found yourself wanting to talk to him again after that evening; but you would have never been able to predict just how much you would grow to love him.