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The song she played wasn't one of the great and famous pieces, but somehow she made it sound like one. Chiaki peeked out of the kitchen to watch the hentai who was playing his piano.
She was weird.
She lacked hygiene.
She couldn't cook.
She couldn't clean.
But she was magic. She had become his peace and his happiness. When had that happened? He didn't know. The first time he had heard her play the piano? Their first kiss? When they traveled to Europe together? Their first concerto performed on the same stage?
She looked up from the level 3 lessson book and smiled at hime.
"Baka! Why are you wasting time on a piece like that?"
"But Senpai....isn't it pretty?" She pouted at him.
Chiaki rolled his eyes and disappeared into his kitchen to finish cooking their dinner. He couldn't disagree...anything she played was pretty.