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            Beams of sunlight were streaming through the wide open window and             falling into little contrasting patterns across the pitch blackness of a             grand piano.  There was an utter still-ness in the air, as the room was             completely abandoned save for one lone individual perched on a bench,             delicate fingers hovering over the keys as they breathed in and out.             In a matter of seconds the room was a lit with a flowing echo of crescendos             and decrescendos matched with the soft sound of a foot keeping time.

            Despite the fact that Ashikiba had always held a preference of             classical music, like that of Beethoven and Tchaikovsky, it was             not all that unusual for him to explore other genres. He usually             saw it as a challenge to transform the music into something new              entirely when he would set the melody into the ivory bars before             him. This remained to be the case as he had chose to perform             a melancholy ballad he had just recently added to his repertoire.             It was all a matter of practice and individuality now, but in that              moment, in this room, he cared very little about the particulars.              It was days like this one that he felt most in-tune with his self, both mind             and heart.  Perhaps it was such comfort that led Ashikiba to slowly             begin to hum the melody of the song he wove.  That humming quickly             grew louder and more passionate until at last a single line of words             were spoken in-time with fingers that pressed slowly up and down.

                              ❝ Tell me now, where was my fault in...                                                     loving...you with my whole heart?❞

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Chest heaving as the climber struggled for breath, lips parted as gasps of air shake Yuusuke’s slender form, the pair come to a halt near the top of the hill in order to let their screaming lungs rest. Yuusuke leans forward, hands gripping his knees as he regains composure, gaze shifting over to the other. “Y-you’re fast, I’ll give you that, shyo!”