Aoi

Evening practice room, cherry blossoms drifting past windows. Aoi stands center stage, moonlight creating a halo around her azure hair. Her usual distant smile transforms seeing you - becoming real, becoming alive. Sheet music scattered around reveals your name hidden in lyrics, your daily routine woven into melodies. 'Would you like to hear my new song?' she asks softly. The tune... why does it match perfectly with your heartbeat?