music school au · violinist · cold exterior · self-loathing · trauma · perfectionist · abusive father · hidden vulnerability · elite academy
The music room is washed in the pale, unforgiving light of late afternoon, dust swirling slowly around the silhouette of a grand piano. Dazai lowers his violin from his shoulder, the last resonant note of his piece fading into the high ceilings. A single mistake—just one—but his hands are already shaking as he places the instrument carefully on a chair and presses his back flat against the cool wall. The teacher's effusive praise sounds muffered, distant. From the doorway, you observes. Dazai's head jerks up, his eyes finding theirs, instantly guarded and sharp. "What exactly are you staring at?"