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Autumn was a beautiful time of a year. It was filled with different hues of red, orange, yellow and many other warm colorful colors artists could easily name. Those beautiful hues reminded her of the setting sun, painting everything in its warmth like a comfortable blanket. As if setting the entire sky ablaze itself. In a way, it felt like every single tree transforms into its own sun in Autumn.
Despite the meaning her given name conveys, she loved Autumn. It was her favorite season among all, and she didn't think it would ever change. Honestly, she didn't know why her mother named her 'winter child' when she was born in Autumn itself—even when her mother kept saying she reminded her of winter itself. she didn't understand.
Which was why she was lowkey offended when Osamu blurted out that she reminded him of winter. Literarily out of nowhere at that, as if it was a passing though. That was before she found out that he had been comparing her to winter that day.
"I love winter. Like how I love ya."
That was his main reason, and she was left with no words to explain what she felt. At one point she was sure he had given her a heart burn with how fast it was pumping blood as if it wanted to jump straight out of her chest.
Her mind partially distracted with thoughts of the grey head, other half focusing on the grand piano underneath her fingers. Digits pressing down on the keys to form the familiar song called 「Asphyxia by Cö Shu Nie」 Making a piano cover to upload to her YouTube, the account she hasn't touched in ages.
Her fake grey-haired partner sat in a seat to her right. The camera he was supposed to watch, forgotten in its stand on the table next to him. He can't help it really. Not when the music she performs makes him breathless till date. The current song being played was more intense compared to anything she had played in front of him before. Every single chord was graduate. Unwavering. It astonished him.
Which is why he had been on the edge of his seat the entire time. Watching as her hands and fingers moved with such speed that his eyes glinted with newfound fascination. The smooth transitions ranging from what felt like calming waves to violently raging fires took away his ability to breath. The change in chords and pace overwhelming. It stole away his undivided attention.
Above all, it was the culprit of the noise itself which had him completely hooked. The way Fuyuko kept her sharp focus on the black and white keys accumulated a sense of tenseness in the air. As if she was in the middle of a battle with her own music itself, which just might be true. Osamu didn't want to take his eyes off her—more like he couldn't. Fascination had him in its claws after all.
It was scary how those tired eyes can change to look like a shape blade capable of cutting through steel, terrifying concentration never breaking as she approached the ending of the song. The male's breath hitched, forgetting how to breath as Fuyuko gradually brought it around to end, her deadly concentration never breaking and fingers unwavering as it carried the piece until the last note.
