he rarely ever grew agitated. chishiya had become a master in composing intrusive expressions of hate that would leave him a mess of emotions he didn't want. he did however, have a weird feeling arise deep within his chest when he noticed the blisters on your fingers and the bags under your eyes, still squinting at the pages of your notebook despite how sluggish your movements were. he frowned, trying to recall the last time he saw you ate and came up with nothing, concluding that you have not been taking proper care of yourself.
"stop it. are you stupid?" he muttered, after grabbing your attention from the instrument and making sure you could read his lips. you stared at him, appearing almost agitated before turning back and trying to play once more.
"obviously you are." he sighed, trying to pull your fingers away. this time you weren't having it, letting out a frustrated cry while banging your hands on the keys. chishiya merely stared at your form, the hair falling into your eyes and the heavy breathing of your chest. he had only see this side of you once before, and he wondered if it was due to your agitation from him trying to stop you or something else he couldn't understand.
he remained quiet when you began yelling at him, strings of words blending together and unable to catch onto his ears. it was the first time he heard your voice, and in better circumstances he would say it suited you. but he couldn't just ignore the volume of your tone far louder than necessary and the twisted look of your face expressing your anger and frustration. was it at him, or something far past the companionship the two of you shared?
"why are you even here." his eyes would widen at the only sentence he could understand, something he's asked himself multiple times before as well. why did he stick around? what point was there to it? was it truly the music you made, or your presence in itself?
he couldn't answer, and his silence caused you to let out another frustrated breath before turning to leave. chishiya didn't understand emotions, at least the complicated ones. and yet he couldn't help but feel something uncomfortable in the pits of his stomach when your form left his line of vision.
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hear my symphony
Fanfiction"and with simple songs i wanted more." or, a deaf pianist and a cold hearted boy find love in a cruel world.
