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[ GN!Reader ] ➜ Reunion Song

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His heart beats in rhythm with a song that has yet to exist. The strings of his mind and soul are happily strummed by tender emotions, causing his heart to soar and his soul to sing. When his tender emotions slip through his fingers, his heart does not play. His mind does not strum the melody of the heavens. Without you, he is nothing but a rusting, misshapen instrument; a shell of what could once be.

Out of tune and ready to be repaired, there stood the ever-heartbroken Leo Tsukinaga. The composer idly drafted sheets of tablature upon the spotless, white floors of the Ensemble Square building. Reflections of his vibrant hair color occasionally distracted him, however, he could not be pried from his work. At that point, he'd been drafting for about an hour. Away went his pencil, gliding along the tablature like a bird in a gentle breeze, body aloft with gorgeous plumage on display to those below.
To Leo, this song meant more than each note intended to harmonize collectively upon a feeling. To him, this song meant a welcoming. It meant to feel thawed after three months of eternal freeze—

"WAHAH—! I'm a genius!"

Cried the musician in a thunderous voice as he began to title his work. 'Eternal Freeze — To Thaw' seemed like a name befitting of the emotions he was experiencing.
Three months prior, his best friend and loyal producer had been forced to seek overseas education for their career as a producer. Although he'd never admit it, Leo felt similar to complete stasis. Time and the flow of music had ceased for the duration of this education expedition.

That day, you would return. Leo leapt off of the reflective tile floors, tablature sheets in hand. He beamed toothily at it. The more he marveled and hummed, the happier he grew, until finally— he was bursting at the seams. With a face tinted by redness, Leo hugged the paper to his chest, swinging himself about in perfect twirls. He began hysterically laughing in spite of the eyes that landed upon him. Such a lonesome song could be reprised with a major scale, then the symphony of reunion and relief. Just thinking about it made Leo squeal with happiness and excitement. Sleeping the night prior was absolutely impossible thanks to this same feeling of freedom. The airy, tickling sensation deep within his core made him want to fly into your arms the second you walked through the doors. How else would he greet you?

Squeeeeaaaak..!

You eyed the door hinges with a quizzical expression. Shrugging off the unnecessary squealing that it released, you began to turn your head. Before you could even take in the sights of home, an orange-haired producer hurtled himself into your arms. The afternoon sunlight filtered in through the glass doors and various windows around the lobby, shimmering off of Leo's pristine hair. You staggered back on your heels. You then wrapped your arms around Leo, twirling about on your heels. "Ahhh—! Leo~!" You squealed as you squished him against yourself.
Laughing hysterically as he placed his face into your chest, Leo squeezed you tightly in return. "Proooducerr~!" He howled through your clothes.
You began laughing as you ruffled his already unruly hair, grinning uncontrollably. "Man, I missed you!"
Leo lifted his head, hues of emerald gazing deep into your soul. "You're just in time! I wrote you a welcome-back song!"

You cupped Leo's face in your hands, pushing your nose into the side of his face. "Ahh, thank you! I love you!"
"Love—! I love you too, Producer!" Yelled Leo as he grasped your wrists in his hands.
Batting your eyelashes, you tickled his cheek with a thing called butterfly kisses. You then smooched his jawline, then his nose. Leo jumped forth, placing a mushy kiss on your lips. The feeling of his presence washing over you caused your knees to buckle as you flopped into him. You inhaled the scent of pencil shavings and string lubricant that hung omnipresent in his ponytail. "Is it finished?" You questioned as Leo pulled back from the kiss.
After a dramatic gasp for oxygen, Leo's eyebrows knitted. "You almost suffocated me!" He huffed. "Ahaha, yes! It's finished! I just finished it! I have impeccable timing!"
Before he could do it himself, you hurried to pat Leo's back. "Good job, Darling."

Flushed in the face, Leo grasped your hands in his. He began tugging you further into the lobby, eager to showcase his newest song dedicated to you. With excited and childish giggles, the couple escaped to the Knights' practice room. The reunion included many, many squeals of excitement and varied noises of ecstatic connotations. After several hugs and teary-eyed hello's, you happily listened to the entirety of Leo's newest creation. You could envision an adorable ship-edit to this masterpiece. As expected, you showered him in unending praise that flooded out from the tips of your fingers. Candied kisses and compliments occupied the room as you and Leo happily reunited.

It'd be quite the extended road, yet you were prepared. You'd have Leo's back— and he would not have yours. He would, in his own way, per say.

Either way, there is no person who makes you happier than him.