⠀⠀𖦁ׅ ⠀,,⠀ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝑎 teenage boy uses music as an escape to avoid the harsh treatment of reality . But what would happen if his over achieving self decides to be a musician...
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╰┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄╮ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇. . . L/n M/n's backstory is revealed.
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𝐀/𝐍 : english isn't my first language, so I apologize 4 the shitty writing. . .
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𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆
ballroom, where the walls are laden with gold-engraved mirrors, a symphony of music floated through the air. From the intricate ivory keys, the tune started with a soothing melody - a lullaby to the weary souls of the room.
Gradually, the notes lifted in tempo, converging into a rollicking rhythm that mirrored the spirit of youth. A sharp bang distorted the harmony, halting the mellifluous dance of the melody.
Amidst the silence, an agitated voice reverberated within the confines of the empty chambers, "Thats not it, Yo!" Clad in immaculate attire, Hiori Yo's father- a man of equanimity, yet stern in demeanor- suppressed an annoyance that was bubbling beneath his stoic visage. A slow exasperation took over him as he watched his son's sloppy attempt at mastering an art. You need to keep practicing faster.
"One of our friends wanted to see how you play, just imagine how their disappointed looks are gonna be upon hearing this sloppy performance!"
Hiori Yo, a lanky young boy with cyan hair accented by an ahoge, sat forlorn on his chair, bearing the weight of his father's discontent. His father's words painted a picture of disappointment in the minds of their acquaintances, so untimely muffled by an unrefined talent. The elder Yo's foot tapped insistently, impatiently, as his arms were crossed in a rigid posture, fixed on the culmination of his expectations.
