Ahaha. Thank you. Life is fleeting after all. You never know when someone might disappear and you won’t get the opportunity to say nice things to them.
Ryoji’s fingers gently press against the keys of the piano. Playing the melody before he comes to a stop. Feeling the presence of another.
❝…I guess you heard it, huh?❞
He gently asks. His gaze focused on her.
She didn't realize that someone was playing
... no less for / her / either ... ‼️💦💦🌀
It's not something she is used to, so she doesn't
really know how to thank the person properly...
or request different songs. She is very shy. 💧