every night, enchanting piano melodies emanate from wilbur's flat neighbor, he falls asleep to the sound of their exquisite playing every night and there is always that one notion that consumes his brain every time, "who created such pieces?" that is until one lucky rainy night, the two musicians finally come face to face. WILBUR SOOT X FEM!OC

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"