╰┈➤ 𝄞 𝙃𝙚 only has eyes for a mesmerizing third-year
𝙃𝙚 can't even see. 𝄢 ࿓
Where a blind violinist falls for an emotional wreck of an athlete.
⚉ Nishinoya Yuu / Male Reader
Started; 09/14/2023...
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╰┈➤ ❝ 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 ❞
┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙⑅͚˚ ҉ ⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉
e string.. no, d string..
the internal debates taking course in my mind could never be displayed on my face. i couldn't show i didn't remember the music i wrote myself. i couldn't let the judges see me like this. not now, not when i'm so close.
"stop. just stop," breathed the intimidating judge. i could tell his face wrinkled in the worst spots, perfectly framing his indecent face with an even worse expression.
"you are no violinist."
four words i could never forget. four words that haunt my every day, bleeding through the depths of my corroded soul.
calm down now, (y/n). breathe. you're fine. it's fine. it was one performance. one performance from four years ago.
four- my least favorite number. yet everything comes in fours. friend groups, violin strings, my morning pills.
oh, shut up about fours. it's annoying.
i take a deep breath, pulling myself together. this was it, the first day of second year. i wasn't nervous.
that was a lie.
i clung to my bag, standing near the entrance of the school, holding my cane. i probably look like a grandpa right now. not like anyone pays attention to me- most are used to 'that one blind guy.'
