Etude Op. 25, No. 4 in a minor ("Paganini")
It should have been simple.
Shuhei flattened his hair in the mirror for the tenth time. He cast a critical eye on his shirt (was that a wrinkle?) and straightened his collar. Nothing to be done about it now. He knows what I look like, he reprimanded himself. Still, he smoothed his hand over his hair again. He sighed. Anxious fingers fidgeted over the long stem of the single red rose he carried. Is it too typical? Too forceful, or too predictable? He shook his head. Too late to rethink that one either.
A knock on his door startled him from his spiraling thoughts.
Have courage. Be brave.
He steeled himself and opened the door.
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Author's notes: Shuu-chan is going on a date :)
