((A.N.: I apologize if it seems like things are going a little fast, this will all be explained later on in the story, I promise! Thanks again to everyone for sticking around :) Reviews welcome!))

"Weeeiiiirrrrrd..." Takao mumbled into a map he held to his face. "It should be around here..." To be frank, he considered his eyes to be pretty darn good; in fact well above average despite him not doing anything in particular to protect them. Even in the dark hours of dusk right after his job shift, he wouldn't have thought he'd have had too much trouble finding his way around. Specifically, he was looking for the bar that his band had been invited to perform at the coming weekend; so far though it eluded even his keen vision. While he was home sick, his bandmates had helpfully nominated him to scout the location beforehand. Not that he really minded; he was good at it for one, and his place was nearby for two.

Which was why, the scenario of him aimlessly wandering around the same neighbourhood for half an hour hadn't really occurred to him. He sincerely regretted not getting a higher resolution map, wandering into a familiar looking street for what must have been the 4th or 5th time, depending solely on a map the size of a matchbox.

Scratching his head, he looked up and around, the faintest ever sound of music suddenly drifting into his ears. Well, that was a good sign. It was a music themed bar after all, chances were good that the music would lead him to the place he was looking for.

That thought in mind, he stuffed the largely unhelpful map into his pocket and started off towards the direction of music.

It wasn't exactly what Takao was used to hearing. Instead of a band, it was a single instrument with no accompanying vocals. What instrument it was took him getting a bit closer; with time he realized it must have been a piano. Takao heaved a sigh, knowing that this probably meant the music wasn't coming from the place he seeked.

Just as he turned on his heel to leave though, he stopped, stayed where he was for a second, as if suddenly curious. It only took a moment more of listening to the piano for him to make up his mind, and Takao continued on his way, walking towards the music, unsure of the reason.

The tune wasn't familiar, Takao was sure he'd never heard it before; not to mention it wasn't the genre he was used to hearing at all. Still it attracted him, in the way that thirst longs for water, not wine. He continued walking, scanning the windows of apartment buildings, houses, condominiums. The music steadily got louder, Takao amusedly thinking to himself how his average sense of hearing had helped him more in this situation than his prided vision.

After awhile, Takao found himself standing under a pretty decent looking apartment block; not too tall, quick eyeball counted 7 floors. The music didn't sound very distant, and sure enough Takao's eyes quickly picked out a well-lit room on the 3rd floor; the movements of the silhouette against the curtain matching perfectly to the music. Letting out a little whistle, he stopped to listen, leaning against the block across the street.

The piano was well tuned, the pianist was confident, obviously more than a simple amateur or student. The sound was smooth and fluid, but still in a way rigid to the core. Being a musician himself, with that alone, Takao could tell the perfection came not from genius, but muscle memory, honed in hours and hours of practice. Probably someone who had been studying the craft religiously since childhood...

The tune ended, and apparently the pianist had had enough for the day. He got up, projecting a tall figure on the drawn curtains; Takao wasn't sure, it could have just been the shadow of someone standing far from the window. But then... The man in the apartment picked up something from the side, pulling from it a long thin strip of fabric that he then wrapped around his thumb with well practiced speed; this was then repeated for all his fingers.

It took a moment, but that was when Takao realized the silhouette did look oddly familiar.

He let out a little chuckle, smile refusing to subside. If Midorima lived so comfortably in a place like this, there was no way he'd want to move to the cheap, cramped, dingy little neighbourhood Takao resided at. Even if it was closer to where the doctor worked. Hell, with the way his floor creaked, Takao seriously doubted it could even support a piano.

"... It's getting late," He reminded himself. Temptation to check the unit number was quickly shoved down, and he pulled out the map once more, turning away to try locating the bar again.

Fin. 31 May 2013.