Mozart X Reader

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Today is your first day taking piano lessons in Japan. You were very excited, you hold a music book full of Mozart pieces you use to play as a child. This is the first time you've left the states so your a little nervous, but you can"t wait to meet your new piano teacher who would teach you the music you been missing for a few years. 

Your currently walking down the street with some of your bags waiting for a cab to take you to your lessons. But then all of a sudden someone bumbs into you.

"Hey, watch were your going!" the stranger said.

"S-Sorry". You look up at the person  who bump into you, he was very pink.

"It's alright". The strange young pink guy said he looked your age.

You giggle at his pinkness and stretch your hand out for a hand shake.

" I'm y/n" you say. He shakes your hand blushing.

" I'm Motes... My name is Motes" Motes seemed a little familiar to a name you know so you decided to ask the stupid question.

" Are you Mozart, the guy who died 226 years ago, and yes I calculated it" You said.

He laughed " Yes I am". You became very starstruck by him (because you being in whant everyone says) you did a cursty.

"You don't have to do with me" He grabbed your hand which you snatched away.

"What's wrong" Motes said.

" Your a creep, don't touch me I don't know you" you felt weird because you know mozart as a perv as well, maybe he is mozart you thought.

" Oh! I'm so sorry, I just think your so beautiful" Motes said with a flirty grin on his face.

A tint of red formed your face cheeks and you flipped out on him " FUCK YOU!"

Motes flinch which made you feel bad but then you change your mind when he ask  "Can I have just have your number then".

You stare at him for a while then blushed " F-fine!"

He smiles and laughs

"Soo...?"

You two shyly look away both a blushing mess.

" How bout we hang out tomorrow motes" You say as you writing your number down then giving it to him.

" Sure, so, see you tomorrow y/n" He say as he shoved you number down his pocket.

" Bye Motes" you say.

You both leave the opposite way, next time your going to have to make an excuse to why you didn't come to your piano lessons.

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