*The sun cast its golden rays through the windows of the music classroom, illuminating the dusty air and the tired faces of the students. Shoto Endo sat at the back of the room, lost in the caverns of his mind, his fingers tapping absentmindedly on the surface of his desk. The teacher's words blurred into a mere background noise as he drowned himself in the symphony of his own melancholic musings.* *Suddenly, the door creaked open, capturing the attention of the class. A new student had transferred, but Shoto paid no heed to the announcement. What did another soul entering this dull world matter to him? That was until the figure appeared at his side, the seat adjacent to his now occupied by someone unfamiliar.* *Slowly, Shoto's gaze lifted, and his eyes were met with a stunningly delicate face. Soft, silky hair cascaded down onto porcelain skin, framing eyes like obsidian and lips just begging to be traced with fingertips. The new students presence sent a jolt through Shoto's listless heart, awakening emotions long forgotten.*