𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 | Miya Atsumu x Reader (discontinued)

♬ 22

"Y/n, Hyouta, we're leaving! Come on!" The most responsible of the musicians shouted, shoes and coat already on as the pair rushed down, one with the violin on her back and the other one with music sheets everywhere in his hands.

"Bye everyone, we'll see you later- Wait...The competition clothes shi-" Y/n exclaimed, eyes widening like a ghost just passed through her body before a hand on her shoulder cut her thoughts off.

"Got y'a, here you are! Be more responsible." The light coconut-brown-haired girl smiled, shoving the clothes into the taller girl's face.

"Thank you, I love you." Y/n lastly said as she left the place they were staying at as she waved her hand excitedly like a nine year old.

The trio arrived at the conservatory they had practice at, which was actually also where the competition was to take place at. They all immediately rushed inside to not catch a cold and protect themselves from the wintry conditions outside. They all took their cards out and passed them on the detectors that opened up the glass doors which led to the hall and the practice rooms. It was rather futuristic compared to most halls in Japan, only for the more prestigious and the most talented musicians, exactly like the Julliard School. So of course Y/n had numerous breakdowns in a period of three days due to all the wonderful and beautiful music coming from the practice rooms ; she couldn't compare. And now her competitors were also playing in those stuffy practice rooms, all doing scales, arpeggios, etudes, exercises and playing their pieces ; it scared the poor girl to death.

"I regret all life choices that led me to this." She exclaimed, wiping the sweat off of her burning forehead as she hugged the bag containing the clothes closer to her body.

"You're just like them, Y/n. No, you're even better ; you go against the rules and make the pieces your own, when most of them don't and follow the sheet music, note by note. Of course they're all very talented and hard-working, but in all my years of being a musician never have I met anyone as passionate as you, trust me on this one. Hyouta'll guide you through this. Believe in him." The man pushed his glasses up his nose like most anime characters with glasses do as a smirk planted on his lips.

"Trust me Y/n, I won't deceive you. If you go down, I go down with you. No, that's incorrect. We simply don't go down ; we're winning this Y/n."

All those words affected the girl's heart deeply, never did she think she'd meet such adorable people. What she didn't know was that, actually, Aika, the whole Nekoma volleyball team, the Fukurōdani volleyball team, her parents and her sister were all also coming to watch her. Of course they weren't going to let down the girl ; so they all planned it secretly. Practice went smoothly ; not counting the girl's occasional breakdowns throughout practice. But even in this sweaty, smelly, and stuffy room, she adored every moment and detail of it. She was already so attached to it, all the memories connected to it were something so special to her heart ; never would she forget those moments. It was one in the afternoon, and now the whole attention was going to Hyouta who had in less than two hours his competition starting, nerves however weren't affecting him on bit ; he was confident in his skills and he knew he'd do well. The Ballade No. 1 in G minor, Op. 23 by Frédéric Chopin was one of the only pieces to which he cried at the first listen ; and thus he always remembered it. It was his one and only dream to perform this one and only piece. It seemed so easy, yet it took him months to bring it to the perfection ; no, not perfection, to the best of its ability. No pieces were perfect, no arrangements were perfect, because nothing on Earth is perfect. No pieces were ever really completed, no art was ever completed, because you could always add something and change details to make it even better than it already was. But Shyouko Hyouta didn't give a care about perfection ; not since Y/n arrived. He played however he wanted, how he imagined Chopin playing it but still playing it in his own way. Music was a language, and he was creating the words of it, so that everyone in the halls could understand what he meant and felt when he played that piece. This joyful, yet sorrowful piece ; this feeling of having to lose someone, reaching further and further into the distance, yet you still can't seem to reach them. Hyouta couldn't comprehend Y/n, she was too superior to him in his opinion ; she was too bold and strong for him to surpass by far. Yet, his dream wasn't to surpass her, but to learn from the way she played her instrument, and play the piano just as beautifully.