Masato Hijirikawa x OC
Inspiration
His blue optics scanned the area outside, taking in the sight of the rain falling from the sky above. For the last weeks he – in his opinion - hadn't been able to write proper lyrics. Whenever he wrote something and read it over he would crumble it into a ball and throw it right in the garbage bin, sighing heavily in frustration. This wasn't like him. It was aggravating him.
"You should pay attention to the beautiful women around. They are wonderful inspiration~" Jinguji 'encouraged' him. With a scoff, the short haired bluenette left the room they shared, his hands tugged deeply into his pockets.
Pacing down the corridors he came to a halt when soft tunes of a piano caught his ear. Without making an expression he approached the classroom where the wonderful tunes came from. His eyes could almost have rolled out of his head.
"Iwate!" he couldn't hold back the astonishment in his voice. The owner of the hands that ever so lightly ran over the keys stopped. Brown eyes widened along with a huge smile, tugging the upper left corners of her mouth north.
"Hijirikawa-san~" the female named Misaki chirped.
"I thought you stopped playing the piano," Masato pondered aloud, not really knowing if to start a small talk with the female or not. He had heard her play the piano before, but then she suddenly stopped. In truth he adored her tunes – they were like candy to his ears.
There was a silence before Misaki shook her head, her gaze turning back to the piano before her. Tracing her fingers over the keys she pressed them with a smile grazing her lips. She never stopped playing the piano – she just needed a break from all of it. The oldest son of the Hijirikawa family found himself enchanted. Her music… it was so lively. So… very different from his own. It gave his heart a pang – beat so strangely in his chest.
"Iwate," he started, his eyes never left her fingers' magic. Without breaking the tune, Misaki looked over at the taller bluenette. "Thank you," a small almost invisible smile tugged at the corners of his mouth before he turned on his heels, leaving the female pianist to her practice.