You were known as the “quiet kid” in your class — the one who rarely spoke unless it was absolutely necessary. Among your classmates, there was one person who never missed a chance to tease you about it: Uzui Tengen. He always seemed to find amusement in your silence, his flashy personality clashing with your calm presence.

Your father had taught you to play the violin long ago, and it quickly became your escape — a world where words didn’t matter, only sound and emotion.

One afternoon, the school auditorium sat empty except for you. The soft notes of your violin drifted through the air, echoing off the walls like whispers of peace. Lost in the melody, you didn’t notice the door creak open.

Uzui stood in the doorway, frozen. For once, his usual confidence fell away — replaced by quiet awe as he watched you play, completely mesmerized.