Living with Chuuya was fun, you can't deny. He's prone to anger, and not to mention he owns a whole piano. You never really heard it played, considering you both had classes at different times.

Soft, soothing sounds emitted from a certain redhead's room. The sound of piano keys being struck with precision filled the cold night.

Peeking into the room, you could make out Chuuya's figure, sitting at the piano. He pressed delicately against the keys.