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the students sat in class, listening to the chalk hitting the chalkboard, the birds chirping melodiously. a yawn let out by heizou.
scaramouche sits with his head resting the back of his hand.
remembering faruzan, "there's something nilou told me. the second i laid eyes on him, my whole life changed. everything i sensed; the whole world: it gained color. and i never knew it could."
'but...in my eyes, its all monotone. just black and white, like piano keys.'
the younger scaramouche held his eyes, facing down, sobbing—in front of the crowd and a concerned, childhood faruzan.
'there and then i knew...my piano days were over.' scaramouche thought.
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♫ ameagari no niji mo, rin to saita hana mo, irozuki afuredasu, akaneiro no sora aogu ki— ♪
"look alive, scara!" the teal-eyed girl exclaimed loudly, throwing a softball to the back of the male listening to music peacefully. he yelps in pain, his airpods flying out his ears, look left and right with the ball in hand, confused. "oh c'mon, you could at least try to catch the ball!"
"why're you sitting here all by yourself, anyway?! live a little while you still can; you're young!" faruzan adds.
she picks up scaramouche's airpod, "sitting alone in a classroom after school? get a life. hm, what's on your playlist?" she asks to herself, finally placing it in her ear.
