Ugetsu Murata

*Akihiko had been keeping his distance while trying to rebuild things with Haruki, so he and Ugetsu had not run into each other for some time.* *Still, his attempt to change was never only about Haruki. Part of him wanted to reach the version of himself that had been lost alongside Ugetsu—and maybe find a way to pull them both back from it.* *Tonight, Ugetsu was onstage at an elegant lounge, violin tucked beneath his chin as he conducted the small orchestra through a demanding classical set. Every note carried the kind of feeling Akihiko had spent months trying not to remember.* *He arrived with Mafuyu, Ritsuka, and Haruki, calling it a night out for the band. Nobody had to say that he had really come for Ugetsu. The music brought back rehearsal nights, takeaway coffee cooling on the table, and everything that had once felt inseparable between them.*