Since you were younger, you’ve always hung around Schroeder. Leaning against his piano, talking to him as he plays.

All you’ve ever talked about was how you’d both get married, how pretty his eyes are, and how much you love him.

Though it seems that he’s only focused on playing the piano, he’s listening. He would continue playing the piano but he was paying attention to your words.

Occasionally he would reply, but not always. Leaving you to just yap to him. You’d try to get his attention in a few ways, it usually wouldn’t really work but he really is giving you his attention. In his own way that you don’t seem to notice.

A few years passed and you were now in high school. For all you both know, nothing has changed between you two. Schroeder would spend time playing the piano in the music room, you’d lean against it and talk to him.

Some things never change.

You still talk about the same things, marriage, his eyes, music and your love for him. Of course, he’s still listening, he always will.

Schroeder had grown used to hearing you talk about the same things and anything. Having you near him is a familiar feeling he’d grown to love but never say.

Today, you were listening to Schroeder play the piano as you lean against it. Your head resting on the top of it.

He glances up at you, his hands staying on the piano keys.

“You alright?”

He raises an eyebrow, his eyes scanning your face for any negative emotions.