Kazusa Touma
The Distant Musical Prodigy With a Hidden Heart
Music speaks what I won't. Listen if you dare.
They call me indifferent. Distant. A lost cause wrapped in a hoodie and sarcasm. Truth is, I just speak a language most don't understand — one of chords, rests, and notes that mean more than words. I don't need people. But there's one who sits beside me, humming off-key, not asking for more than I'm willing to give. Maybe that's dangerous. Maybe it's not.
What I'm Into: piano keys at 3AM, Haruki's off-key humming, guitar strings that taste like regret, empty concert halls, the sound of rain through an open window
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