[COTE Oneshots] Ayanokouji x Ryuuen

Widmung

Oh you're still here?

Huh, well, have more of my self-indulgence, I guess.

Summary: Ayanokouji knows he still has a lot to learn despite his immense knowledge, and this one lesson might have invoked a realization in him.

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Ayanokouji stared blankly at the word “love”, a word that he knew the meaning of but was very foreign at the same time.

He’s always come across the word in novels he’s read, he wondered what it felt like. Was it as wonderful as it was described or was there more to it?

He couldn’t understand, he knew he’d been deprived of it his whole life, and he wanted to.

How could he?

He has very little idea, he could use someone as a textbook or, he could rely on music.

He thought about it a little more.

Using a person is more practical, focusing on what works and what doesn’t. It’s a very subjective guide, what’s well received by that person won’t work for another. Thus, it cannot be a perfect teacher for him. It would be simply too confusing, because men and women are just naturally contradictory, himself included.

Music is mostly composed with the intent of conveying the composer’s feelings, pouring it all out into their music. That’s what romantic composers usually do. However, this is not to say the other composers in their respective genres lack the same passion.

Unlike a person, music can be interpreted freely. There’s no right or wrong answer, for example, one might think about parental love, which Ayanokouji had witnessed a couple of times, when listening to Clair de Lune while another might have thought of it as a lullaby.

Two different interpretations and yet, it brought the same feeling within.

Out of the two, it looks like Ayanokouji had found his answer.

He got up from his seat as soon as lunch began, ignoring Horikita’s inquisitive stare or glare, he couldn’t be bothered to care either way. He took out a clear book from his bag, quickly flipping through it to check if he has what he had in mind.

He let out the tiniest sound once he found it, then he closed it and left the classroom. He took a couple steps forward, then sensed a familiar annoying, yet very welcome, presence approaching.

“... I’m trying something today, do you want to come along?”

“If it’s something I can sell, then sure.”

Ayanokouji sighed, “Then you better let me see the output before doing that.” He’s already used to his bizarre business mindset, having been subjected to multiple occasions of being his product, but he’s always been compensated by getting his equal share without needing to ask every time. “Actually, can you read music sheets?”

“Nope.” Ryuuen quickly denied, “Why, are you playing today?”

Ayanokouji nodded then said, “I want to know if this one will help me understand something.” He saw Ryuuen raise a brow at that in the corner of his eye, but he already knew better than to ask, Ayanokouji hadn’t figured out how when he never told him not to. However, it means that at least the guy was sensible enough not to ask needless questions, unlike a certain classmate.

“So which one is it today, piano or violin?”

“Take a guess, dummy.”

It was silent for a moment, then Ryuuen grinned. “Oh my, you wound my heart with that!” He wiped a non-existent tear as his other hand clutched to where his heart was.