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𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘺 - 𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘢

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characters/ship: tsukiyama | tsukishima kei x yamaguchi tadashi
word count: 3635
type: fluff

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"Again." She yelled, flipping the score to the beginning as Tsukishima readjusted his position and prepared to start over. His fingers pressed on the keys, the melody, and notes echoing in the room. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to look away from the score and focus on the music. His finger slipped and hit an E instead of an Eb.

Again.

The endless repetitions, constant yelling has become a norm in Tsukishima's life. Every single day it was just, wake up, breakfast, school, lunch, go home, practice, sleep. An endless cycle of just playing the same piece over and over again. He would try to relax, maybe go grab a coffee with his brother, but he would get a bajillion calls from his teacher, demanding his location and telling him to come home at once.

He loved the piano. Back when piano was still a hobby, he would sit on the bench for hours, practicing his scales, from Bach to Tchaikovsky. His mom would have to drag him away from the piano and force him to do his homework or even eat. But ever since he started winning awards, the media started paying attention to "Tsukishima Kei, the piano prodigy", playing piano became a chore, a job instead of his passion.

"Tsukishima, the competition is weeks away. Are you trying to flunk it? If you are, just leave." His teacher screamed, slamming the score shut and glaring at her son. Tsukishima was used to it, his teacher would scream at him, yell profanities, and things like "Stop wasting your talent" or "Other kids aren't as lucky as you".

He stopped caring long ago. He would sit there, nod, and wait for his teacher to finish before starting again. His fingers aren't the choreographers they used to be, but robots that were programmed to move and hit keys as the score coded.

"Go home, get your head together, and don't come back until you are ready to actually be good at the piano." She closed the fallboard, not caring if it slammed on Tsukishima's hand. The latter winced as he immediately tried to pull his hand away from between the keys and the fallboard. This wasn't the first time this has happened.

"H-hello? Is this the, uh," A voice temporarily distracted Tsukishima from his throbbing hands.

"This is practice room A, who are you?"

"Ah fuck, room A. Where the hell is classroom 403?" He fumbled with the paper he is holding in his hand. "Don't even know why they gave me this when I can't see for literally my entire life."

"Classroom 403 is all the way in the med block, the heck are you doing here in the music block?" Tsukishima grabbed his scores from the piano, shoved them into his bag before making his way towards the boy. Upon further inspection, the kid had freckles on his cheeks, green hair with a strand sticking on top. He had a bag draped across his shoulders as one hand gripped onto a cane and the other onto the map.

"I- ugh, some random guy told me to go this way, maybe he was just messing with me. I'll be out of your hair quickly, sorry for disturbing you." The kid turned around and walked right into a wall, Tsukishima had to stifle a laugh before walking over and helping him.

"Wait," Tsukiyama called out, grabbing the boy by the shoulders. "How bout I walk you there."

"Ah that wouldn't be necessary, I wouldn't want to disturb or bother you," The green haired kid smiled as his face flushed red.

"I was just about to go there myself." Which was a straight up lie. He would never step foot into the medical building even if the entire campus was on fire and that block was the only block with water. Stuck up medical students hate him, and he hates them too.