"It's snowing pretty hard, huh?" Zen commented as we leaned on the only working heater on the floor we were on.
"Winter is here," y/n yawned, "man, I need a nap."
"You sure do sleep a lot in the winter," Zen muttered.
"Yep," I nodded, "I'm convinced that our dear, sweet y/n here is actually a bear."
"A what?" y/n looked to me with a weird look.
"A bear," I laughed, "You're big, warm, give great hugs and should probably hibernate in the winter."
He seemed to be processing the information.
"Damn it. You and your weird imagery," he grumbled.
"Oh jeez-- that's the perfect animal for y/n," Zen laughed.
"Yeah well you're like a stupid looking naked cat," y/n shot back.
"A what?" Zen cringed, "you mean those weird oversized rats people are obsessed with? They are not cats and I am nothing like those freaky things. I'm more like a noble peacock."
It was silent for a moment while Zen just stood in a weird pose. Both me and y/n burst out laughing.
"Ha-- yeah, right, a peacock," I almost choked on the air while laughing, "give me a break. Not even in your wildest dreams could you ever be a peacock. You're more like a pigeon."
"Yes! That's exactly it!" y/n pointed at me as he laughed, "Zens a pigeon."
"I hate both of you to the bottom of my core," Zen glared at us before shushing us, "you hear that?"
We both managed to calm down and listened.
"The piano?" I asked as I heard the sound of Debussy's Clair de Lune coming through.
"What about it?" y/n asked.
"Idiots. It's a pianist," Zen glared at us, we looked at him confused and he just sighed, "the band you overgrown baffoons! The band!"
"Oh!" both me and y/n got it.
"Who's playing?" I asked as we snuck to the music room to see a younger boy with light hair, an blank face and an air that screamed 'interrupt me and you die'.
"Oh. Its that kid," y/n muttered.
"Who?" both me and Zen asked, y/n let out a low hum before clicking his fingers as he remembered.
"Chika Kotaro," he told us, "I've met him a couple times thanks to the musical relationship between our two families."
"Oh I see," I nodded, "What's he like?"
"Let's see," y/n hummed in thought, "blunt. Rude, but not on purpose. Uh-- um... Skilled at piano..? That's about it."
"Guess we should leave it then," Zen shrugged but I just threw the door open, "hey-- wait, you idio-"
"Hey there! Chika Kotaro, right?" I greeted him with the biggest smile I could muster, "how do you feel about joining a band?"
Chika stopped playing and looked at me with a blank expression.
"What do I look like to you? Some pop, rock loving teenage fantasizer?" Chika replied with a blank and cold expression, "go ask someone else."
Oh wow. Did the room just get cold or is it just me?
"No. You look like a very refined young classical pianist who's probably won a fair share of rewards just for that," I replied, acting formal like I'd seen my father before grinning, "but aren't you bored of the same old classical music?"
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Lost Song | male reader insert
FanfictionF/n l/n is the heir to the l/n talent agency, one of the most popular talent agencies in Japan and one of the few that has branches in America and Canada. He's also a member of a band, a popular one, or at least...he used to be. A tragedy befell his...
