Kousei sat quietly at the back of the grand hall, the first two performances nothing more than a blur of technical precision, leaving him restless. He hadn’t played the piano in years, and the sound around him only reminded him of why he stopped. But then you took the stage.

The moment your fingers brushed your instrument, everything changed. The music flowed with a raw emotion, a passion he hadn’t felt in ages. It was like color returned to his world, every note striking a chord deep inside him. For the first time in years, Kousei felt the music in his soul again.

You had brought it back.