The startled look, as he’d smiled she had run but perhaps being seen in the dark of night was scary for her. Even the brilliantly shining moon and the sparkling stars hadn’t been enough it seemed. Beautiful… Just like any other she loved his voice it seemed and even a day later he was already wondering exactly what it was about the composer that had gotten her stuck in his mind. She wasn’t extraordinarily beautiful, nor was she of important relation. She wasn’t even renowned. Perhaps her talent, or even…
Who knows. He certainly didn’t, a soft apology to a student he brushed into and continuing to wander towards the direction of the practise rooms.
Jinguuji brushed past and a sharp look was given before he entered the room. Ah, not empty but that girl was here. Red faced and flustered, a hand pressed to her chest as if to calm a fluttering heart.
“I believed there was a no love rule.” He stated softly as a brow was arched.
Through the young composer’s eyes, it was an oddly quiet day; especially considering it was such a bright and lively day outside. She had expected to see many students around, though she found herself to proven wrong; aside from the occasional person stopping in the library. Rather than staying cooped up for much longer, Haruka decided to go for a stroll and find herself a spot on the lush, green grass to compose. The air was cool and crisp— a refreshing atmosphere after a long winter.
Nanami was missing, and the mysterious idol was starved of polite company. Not sated by the Earl whose arrogance was as big as his head, not the rocker who more often then not would spray crumbs when he barked out a laugh or swore at the clown of an idol, who though his personality at core had seriousness that guided his apparent foolishness was certainly not one of the people whose company he sought, no.
Only that of Haruka, Haruka Nanami who was the composer of Starish and perhaps…
Perhaps someone he felt for. In some small measure.
By a window, pausing in his search. Eyes wandering to and fro, gaze caught pinken-brown hair, and eyes recognised her slight form, and he was already off. Searching for her. Heading towards the nearest exit out into the grounds.
A list formed in her mind as golden hues scanned the surrounding scenery. She could only explain why a handful of those she was close to weren’t out to enjoy the gentle breeze and soft scents of spring. Those who she composed for; the group commonly known as Starish, were occupied with additional lessons from their assigned seniors. She had only met a number of times with them, some more than others, but was confident the idols would be in safe hands.
As for herself, the more she didn’t see any company, the more lonely she found herself becoming. This loneliness could easily be fulfilled with the company of a peer, or even a teacher. Or perhaps… Icy-blue hair and piercing eyes came to mind. Her most recent conversation partner. She often found herself meeting the young, mysterious idol every once in a while, and although his appearances weren’t consistant, now would be as good a time as ever.
Settling under a budding tree, she nodded to herself. Content with her choice, she flipped to a clean page of paper and began scrawling down notes.
“More syllables would suit a quicker tempo.” The softly muttered words as blue haired senior made himself known, with time. How had he approached so quietly? The guess of anyone was as good as the other because frankly he seemed to have just appeared—
All you needed to do was be observant and without clumsiness to approach unheard.
Ah, but not the topic of the moment.
Through the young composer’s eyes, it was an oddly quiet day; especially considering it was such a bright and lively day outside. She had expected to see many students around, though she found herself to proven wrong; aside from the occasional person stopping in the library. Rather than staying cooped up for much longer, Haruka decided to go for a stroll and find herself a spot on the lush, green grass to compose. The air was cool and crisp— a refreshing atmosphere after a long winter.
Nanami was missing, and the mysterious idol was starved of polite company. Not sated by the Earl whose arrogance was as big as his head, not the rocker who more often then not would spray crumbs when he barked out a laugh or swore at the clown of an idol, who though his personality at core had seriousness that guided his apparent foolishness was certainly not one of the people whose company he sought, no.
Only that of Haruka, Haruka Nanami who was the composer of Starish and perhaps…
Perhaps someone he felt for. In some small measure.
By a window, pausing in his search. Eyes wandering to and fro, gaze caught pinken-brown hair, and eyes recognised her slight form, and he was already off. Searching for her. Heading towards the nearest exit out into the grounds.
