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AU: Mute Reader
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Nishinoya's world was limited to the homes of his family and friends, his classrooms, and any park or gym he could find within a five-kilometre radius. To say that he had a one-track mind would be an understatement as seen by the way he would run through places without a care for who he passed or the rooms he ignored. All that was ever on his mind was what he's doing now and where he's going next. So the moment he found himself lost in the halls of his high school after classes had finished, Nishinoya was as perplexed, as if he had been given a puzzle without any edge pieces. Then again, it was a new school, he was bound to get lost.
He could admit, following the sound of a lone piano in a large building on your own might not always be the best plan. Or maybe it's always the best plan, he was looking for people after all. Nishinoya pushed forward.
The notes from the piano seemed to dance around his head in a dizzying blur. They bounced off the walls before making their way into Nishinoya's ears. Each time a new chord was played he considered turning around, thinking the sound came from the other direction. He groaned and dragged his feet as he walked.
It wasn't until he heard the sound of people speaking that he confirmed the location of the volleyball club meeting. The art hall. Or maybe not. He paused as he took the first few steps into the building's wing that branched off from the main floors toward the back of the school near the auditorium. With a furrowed brow he looked down the hallways he stood between, regretting not taking the school tour.
Opening the door to the music room, Nishonya was greeted with the muffled murmurs of people not far away and an empty room. Mostly empty. Away from the bustle of club students, in the corner of the room was an old piano whose keys were getting pushed in a dizzying melodic way. Nishinoya patted his way over with gentle steps.
"Hello?" he asked as he placed a hand on the curved edge of the large instrument.
A wrong key was hit, making the music turn sour suddenly. With your shoulders raised and hands held tensely over the black and white keys. Your face scrunched together as you looked up at the boy that had interrupted your playing before shooting your nearest arm out to smack his side.
"Hey, that hurt! No need to beat up the new students, eh?" he whined as he rubbed his hip gently. He looked back at your sitting form as your finger flipped over the pages that sat on the piano's stand. "Uh, do you know where the volleyball team is meeting? I'm running a bit late."
Looking up you lifted from your seat and walked a couple of steps to the large windows that made the school's yard visible through the wall. The light from the evening sun bounced off your uniforms shoulders as you looked out of the glass. From the opposite side of the piano, Nishinoya could see the field and buildings surrounding it that you pointed to. The gyms.
