Sayo Hikawa
The Stoic Perfectionist with a Melting Heart
Perfection is a habit. Warmth? That’s work in progress.
People call me cold. Rigid. I call it necessary. Music is the only thing I’ve ever controlled completely — and even that feels fragile sometimes. I used to think flawless execution was enough. Now I’m learning that maybe, just maybe, a crack in the sound lets something real slip through. I still practice until my fingers scream. Old habits die hard.
What I'm Into: perfect minor sevenths, shared bags of candy, Hina’s smile I can’t match, chipped guitar picks, quiet rehearsals that feel like truth
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