the strings brought us together

The recital

It was evening, a Saturday evening during the summer break before Sugawaras 3rd year graduation. Inside, he was preparing himself for his violin recital, which would be in front of hundreds of people, the only thing that was on his mind was the hope of not messing up in front of these hundreds of people, even though he spent most of his childhood playing, he was still nervous.

outside, and walking into the theatre where Sugawara would be preforming, dressed in a casual outfit, a pair of black shorts with white lines going down along the sides, mid thigh length, to go along with his red tank top, and white middle arm length hoodie, was a slightly messy, brown haired Oikawa, hair swept to the side and away from his view, so he could see properly, like every other time. He.d been told about what was happening today, so he figured he'd come and see for himself if the rumours about Kōshi Sugawara were true

Sugawara was now changed into a soft silk, black coloured suit, with wild flower designs along the rims of the sleeves, the shoulder area, and along the waist of his pants, which yes, were also black. Underneath he wore a white button up shirt, as well as a white tie at his neck, which hung neatly down under his blazer. At his feet he wore a pair of black dress shoes which shone nicely against the lights above. He walked back and forth along the smooth wooden floor as he toyed with his fingers, waiting for someone to come back stage to tell him it was time. And a few minutes later, that person came

As they drew the curtains, Oikawa was already seated with his hands folded in his lap, and he looked forward once he, as well as every other person seated before the stage, heard the sound of the repeated clicks of Sugawaras dress shoes against the floor, his violin in hand, as well as his violin bow.

Taking his stance on the stage, the crowd went silent as he inhaled slowly, listening to the quiet of his surroundings before raising his violin bow to the strings of his violin, and he began to play the song he'd been practising so many hours, and so many days, until it seemed as though it was close to perfection

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5skSFHVJHk (the first one is the one he's playing- in case y'all wanted to hear qwq)

As the sound of Sugawara's song filled the air of the theatre, going all throughout the large room of several people, it sounded to Oikawa as though it was something he'd never heard before, he'd been to see several violinists play, but none as good as this one. The sound of the violin sounded as if it was as emotional as one could be. It was full of feeling, but at the moments when it was soft, it was almost heart warming, even pleasing, he didn't want it to end. He didn't want the sound of the music to die, he wanted to listen forever, but he could only listen until it was finished, which annoyed him slightly. The sound of the song could make anyone fall for it, anyone dance to it, and anyone to listen to it endlessly without complaints.

Sugawara may have looked calm, extravagant, and quite focused physically, to those watching him, but on the inside he was more nervous than a person might imagine. Although he was keeping himself together as his violin bow moved smoothly along the long, slender strings of his violin, the music coming from it seemed as if it was being poured all throughout the room filled with the people seated in their red leather seats. Sugawara opened his eyes enough to take a look at the audience, now you'd imagine that he'd become more nervous, but truly, once he saw the amount of people, a soft, yet bright smile lit up the gentle paleness of his skin. He was happy to see so many people there, it made his heart soar, just as his music made the souls of the people soar

Sadly, the beautiful melody slowly came to an end, it seemed as though the music had gone on forever, the music Sugawara played felt as though it was something to listen to each day, and every day to your hearts content. Playing the violin was something he always loved doing, more than anything, it was something he found comfort in, something he loved dearly, and something no one could ever stop him from doing. He loved it too much to ever give it up, or to even want, to give it up. Ever, in his lifetime, and even past that, because who knows what will happen after life, in this case, no one does