── :: 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄♡ ︵ .
▸徹. . . ❀︵︵ ↴
[Yuna Sugawara had earned the nickname of the 'ice princess,' known for her stoic demeanor. She never smiled, never showed anger or sadness, leaving people to assume she possessed no emotions. However, the tr...
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The entire weekend passed by, and Yuna found herself growing restless. Her hands longed to play music, to express herself through the familiar notes and melodies.
But with her attention focused on assisting her brother with the tutoring, she found no time for her own passions.
The itch in her hands grew more intense, a yearning for the connection she felt when the music took over.
Sunday proved to be an even busier day than usual, as Asahi and Daichi arrived to lend a hand. Yuna was aware that entrusting the task to them would not be feasible, as she was determined to see it through.
The day was filled with the four of them tirelessly working to help the two first-year students, leaving no room for leisure or relaxation.
Monday arrived, and Yuna, who typically managed to wake up on time and stay organized, found herself in a rush as she hurried to school. The buildup of stress, including her inability to enjoy music and now being late for the train, felt like the final straw.
The wait at the train station only fueled her frustration, exacerbating the sense of being overwhelmed.
The usually calm and composed Yuna struggled to keep her emotions in check as she tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for the train to arrive.
Her irritation was further fueled by the loud noise of the platform, the people bustling around, and the constant announcements over the speaker.
Finally, the train arrived, but it seemed like everyone had the same destination as Yuna, causing it to be much more crowded than usual.
She squeezed her way in, finding herself surrounded by people, and let out a deep sigh, feeling trapped in the sea of bodies.
A sense of claustrophobia crept in as the train packed even tighter, leaving little to no personal space between passengers.
Yuna clutched onto the railing, feeling her frustration and discomfort intensify with each passing moment.
The jostling of the train and the constant bumping against strangers tested her patience to the limit.
She fought the urge to vent her frustration on the person standing too close to her, knowing it wouldn't help in the slightest.
The journey seemed to drag on for an eternity, and Yuna's patience was wearing thin.
The loud conversations and constant noise around her felt like a drill hammering into her head, amplifying her stress and helplessness.
Each announcement from the speakers made the already cramped space seem even smaller, and the heat from the crowd only added to the discomfort.
