You had wandered into the room by chance, drawn by the faint sound of something hauntingly beautiful. It was then you saw him- Muichiro, standing in the room, his back turned to you, playing a violin as if it were an extension of himself. His fingers moved over the strings, coaxing out a melody that seemed to hang in the air like a delicate thread

His usually distant expression softened, eyes closed as he lost himself in the music. You stood in the doorway, not daring to interrupt the moment