Yours | La Corda D'oro

6: We Meet Again

Yui Utsugi's POV

It has been a week since my embarrassing encounter with the music students.

Everytime I went to the music department side to go for my self-practice, I kept my head low and wore my earphones to prevent myself from listening to the endless gossips around me.

I mean, you know, I gained many haters from the music education side because Yunoki-senpai was being too openly friendly with me last week.

Anyway, I haven't seen anyone that mattered since.

At least, I used this time to calm down and collect my thoughts, especially after saying terrible things to Tsukimori.

In this time, I made my resolve.

I realised that it was time for me to prove my worth, to the idiots from the music department who looked down on my abilities.

Sure, I may be an ordinary student in your eyes, but inside I am still a competitive bee who wants to do well in everything that I do - even if it means that I would be hurt, and this was the part of me that hasn't changed since I was young.

I've been around the music department lately to practice my song piece, as well.

The students competing in the concours were really trying their hardest and their best.

They were practicing hard, almost every single day.

If they are doing their best... then I should as well.

So, I naturally decided to do my best for the selections. It was the least I could do.

I might not be a competitor, but I was part of the concours, and I shouldn't be letting my emotions get the better of me and ruin it for everyone.

Because I was a general education student and people didn't think I was any good at music.

Well, I'll prove them wrong – with song.

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The sun was setting again.

Time to call it a day.

I finished locking up the music room which I was practicing in, when I heard the faint, yet unmistakable sound of a violin playing, from a few doors down the corridor.

Violin... huh...

I closed my eyes and listened to the song.

Ave Maria.

That piece - was beautiful.

The person playing it knew how to hit the notes perfectly, and that person definitely knew his violin well.

I could tell just by listening closely to the piece that was being played.

The memories of holding a violin came flowing back to me.

I felt my arms fidgeting a little, remembering how it felt like to hold a violin.

But I quickly brushed these thoughts away.

No point thinking about the past now, I've got to look forward to the future, and get better at my own singing.

Despite these thoughts, I continued to walk forward, slowly, to the sound of the music.

...

Looking through the glass panel of the door, I saw the unmistakable blue hair, and beautiful face of... Len Tsukimori.

His eyes were closed and he was heavily focused on the violin.

Wow. I thought to myself.