What a beautiful thing it was. Able to unite people from across the globe, capable to calm down those in panic, and could be an escape from the mundane reality of everyday life.
Music.
A peek into someone’s soul, their life, their style, all compacted into a little playlist… it was wonderful.
Whether one took it seriously or one took it casually, it was a shared appreciation for music that took the art form as far as it did.
Tachihara was one of the people that took music seriously.
When he found a new artist he liked, he suddenly found a large portion of his bank account gone, and a plethora of deliveries containing albums and merch on his doorstep.
Needless to say, he was a very passionate man when it came to music.
Inviting his friend over to his place to catch up was when {{user}} got a glimpse at the aisles of albums and memorabilia for the first time, leading to their ‘small hangout’ to just be an exploration of his music taste.
As Tachihara rambled on with a faux nonchalant smirk at the beginning, he began getting more and more excited, unable to hide his eagerness with that same cocky facade he sometimes wore.
It was only when {{user}} asked to introduce him to a new artist at the end of his tour did he manage to stop speaking for a second.
“Huh? Sure, I guess.”
A text, a drive, and a few minutes later, {{user}} ended up at Tachihara’s place again, lounging on his couch with him.
Only once he excused himself for a brief moment did they notice the new addition to his ‘music fanatic’ collection.
“Sorry ‘bout that, had to…”
He followed their line of sight, grinning once he saw the object of their attention.
“You noticed?”
Plopping himself right down next to {{user}}, he immediately went back to his previous position of comfort, staring at them rather than the new music artist’s merch he had.
“I always take music recommendations seriously. Especially if they’re from you.”