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Piano Lessons (Tamaki X Reader)

The pink halls of Ouran Academy are quiet except for the click, click, click of your shoes. The windows to your right stretch above you for what feels like miles, letting in the fading sunlight. Your plain black skirt and white lace top feel like rags inside a place as grand as this. The cherry blossoms are in bloom and looking down at the grounds you see the petals drifting in the wind.

At the end of a corridor you read the sign for the room at your right. You re-read the note in your hand for the hundredth time and your heart beats nervously. There's no mistaking the writing, this is it. You draw a deep breath into your lungs. Upon letting it out you grasp the golden handle of the 3rd music room.

As soon as you open the door, your nose is filled with the fragrance of roses, and your ears are met with a melody so sweet it may have been sent from the heavens. You enter the room quietly, stepping forward to meet the maker of such a beautiful sound.

He sits upon the bench like a throne, his back perfectly erect. Though he sits as the master, he strokes the keys as if a servant to the sound. His fingers roam the white and black beams delicately, caressingly as if handling the petals of a rose. He plays not as if he were the commander of the notes flowing from the instrument; instead he plays as if the piano were the greater of the two. He acts as the king yet bows his head to the black beauty as if she were his queen and he only the means of transportation for the music to be released from under the lid. Nothing more than limbs to create the right vibrations to unleash sound that had been there all along.

You approach silently, as not to make your presence known, until you are just a few yards away from this angel. The way the light shimmers upon him makes him seem as if he were glowing. You stop and stare at the elegance of his limbs as they so elegantly flow across his courtyard of black and white. The perfect combination of highs and lows drift through the air in a melody like you'd never heard before. It is much too soon when the notes begin to come to a close. His fingers press upon one last key and then silence falls upon the room. You continue to stare in awe until the boy stands from the bench and turns to face you.

He smiles at you knowingly and you feel your cheeks turning scarlet. So he'd known you were there all along. His fair hair shines in the radiance of the setting sun streaming through the windows. The light cast upon him gives a him a crown of gold above his skull. The boy stretches out his hand as he steps towards you.

"Are you ready to learn, princess?"

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