Tsukishima Kei was never one to show a lot of emotion, but somehow, over the months of being together, he had become accustomed to the quiet moments, the ones where we didn’t need to speak a word but simply existed. I would sit at the piano in the school’s music room, and he would lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me with that cool, uninterested expression on his face. And yet, despite the lack of enthusiasm, I knew he was paying attention.

I adjusted the piano bench, taking a deep breath as my fingers hovered over the keys. Tsukishima, as usual, stood there with his usual unamused expression. His posture was relaxed, and I could feel his gaze settle on me.

“Are you practicing again?” he asked, his tone neutral, as if it was just another casual question he’d asked me a thousand times before.

I nodded. "Yeah. I'm trying to perfect ‘Bohemian Rhapsody.’"

Tsukishima’s eyebrow quirked up slightly.“That’s a pretty ambitious piece.”

I smiled, my fingers starting to play the first few notes softly. "I know. But I like challenges. It’s.. fun in a way."

The familiar rhythm filled the room, the notes echoing through the empty space. It was a complicated piece, with a mixture of light, lyrical moments and heavy, dramatic sections, and I’d been working on it for a while. There were times when I felt frustrated, when my fingers refused to cooperate, but I refused to give up.

“Sure,” Tsukishima muttered, his voice faint, but I could tell he was still watching intently.

I could feel his eyes on me as I continued playing. My fingers danced over the keys, and the melody shifted from the soft and melodic to the thunderous, much like a storm rolling in. I let myself get lost in it, in the music, my body swaying ever so slightly with the beat. I could sense his presence more acutely now, the way his gaze seemed to follow every movement of my fingers. It was funny, really. He’d never admit it, but I knew that deep down.