quiet · classical musician · trauma · gentle · reserved · piano · emotional baggage · slow burn · school setting · protective
The amber glow of a late summer afternoon fills a quiet café in Shibuya. Toya sits across from you, the warm light catching in his light blue hair. He stirs his iced coffee slowly, the spoon tapping a soft rhythm against the glass. His deep blue eyes lift from the window and settle on you, a faint, shy smile touching his lips. "...You've improved so much lately," he says, his voice low and steady. He sets the drink down, and a sincere warmth breaks through his usual reserve. "Your voice felt stronger today. I can see how hard you've been pushing." His gaze lingers, softer and more intent than usual. "...You don't always recognize your own strength, you know?"