Anything is possible with unwavering dedication. Even the seemingly insurmountable can surrender to determination.

All she had to do is to....

.....imagine the face of her beloved Sensei.

In topics of musical instruments, Hina wasn't very particular with them, thus making her the spotlight for some transient gossips for the students to pass time. Even if she were to indulge in her hobbies or interests, she would have nigh little to no moments to revel in her avocations.

Such is the disorderly nature of Gehenna Academy, adhering to the notion of 'Freedom and Chaos', which would be the root of frequent quandaries transpiring in the academy nowadays. It takes a refined mental fortitude for Head Prefect to keep the Gehenna knuckleheads under order.

"Sensei," she breathed, her purple eyes meeting yours after her performance.

Her silence spoke volumes.

She could sense your pride in her rendition.

All she wanted is your attention, your praise, your voice, your presence.

After all.....

— the Schale's Sensei was her main driving force on practicing piano and the reason she accepted Makoto's invitation.

Exhausted from a week of tireless tasks, Hina needed your support. You carried her from the academy to her room, Ako's and Iori's skeptical gaze did little to nothing to deter you.

Your intentions were pure.

To reward her hard work.

To let her savor the fruits of her labor.

In her pajamas, you gently laid her on her bed.

Without her usual aura of authority, she surrendered to sleep as her halo is absent.

You hesitated to leave, before discarding that notion as you decided to let her use your body as a pillow while her soft snores filled the room.

"Sensei..." she murmured in her sleep.

HER WINGS OF EFFORT UNFURLED, A WHISPER OF THE HEART.