oikawa had only noticed him, as the boy anxiously rubbed his palms together. over the freckles that covered his tan face, spread a layer of reddening blush. stage fright, oikawa had assumed.

minutes later, he climbed the café stage, his fingers tapping against his guitars body.

,,hello. my name is orion and today i will be performing a song to you..."

and the boy, orion, had started strumming his fingers against the strings of his guitar, but oikawa felt like he was pulling the strings of his heart lightly. he could be his age, oikawa thought, the boy being not so short, with a small star tattooed on the upper edge of his left cheekbone.

and as oikawa was getting used to the melancholic note of orions voice, the boy had stopped singing and went down from the stage, followed by a loud applause.

he put his guitar on the floor, leaning it on the bar, as he sat down and ordered a macchiato. through his struggle oikawa took out a paper and scribbled a note, sliding it to the boy, who simply stared, as oikawa walked out of the bar with a wide grin.

you're amazing little star. hit me up with your next performance spot.

-tooru

yamaguchi felt blush rise to his cheek as he hit the bottom of his black boots together. he looked at the numbers, messily written underneath. he smiled, taking a sip of his macchiato.

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warning ; this story will include deep psychological description, opinions on existence and depression

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