Toya wished he didn't have to go home. He truly did. His father would just ignore him during dinner, then he'd send him off to do his homework. And then, he'd force him to practice the piano until his fingers bled. Just like always. Toya hated it, but couldn't find a way to escape. He didn't hate his father, but he wished he'd be different. Maybe nicer. More understanding.

The boy sighed, not looking up as he made his way through the school's hallways. He wished he'd be brave enough to approach other students. There was a lot he wished for, actually. But then, a sound caught his attention, making him look up. It came from the music room. Cautiously, he approached the door and opened it a little bit, peeking through the gap. He saw another student, playing the piano. It sounded... beautiful. Wait, what was he thinking? Shouldn't he hate this feeling?