"Kuroo, I don't wanna go, I'm not interested in that kind of stuff" Bokuto whined as he tried to push Kuroo away from him.

"C'mon! It'll be fun! You'll also gain some new friends!" Kuroo said as he started dragging Bokuto to the auditorium.

"But Kuroo! Just because I used to play percussion doesn't mean that I have to join this orchestra or a brass club or whatever" Bokuto whined once again, trying to break free.

"Believe me, you're gonna love this bunch! They are all really nice and cool, there is this trumpet player that reminds me of you actually" Kuroo said.

He finally stopped in front of the door of auditorium. They both could hear an oddly pleasurable melody playing.

Kuroo opened the door slowly and then Bokuto saw him.

He was standing in the front, he was wearing a beautiful black button-up shirt, sleeves were rolled up. His hands were gripping the instrument roughly as he played it. His eyes were closed, but there was so much emotion, so much satisfaction in his face that Bokuto was blown away by it.

As he stopped playing everybody started clapping.

"That's our diamond for you!" a tall guy cheered.

"Akaashi, can you be anymore perfect? We started learning this two days ago and you already know it by heart!" a white haired guy said as he walked closer to him.

"Sorry, Koushi. I just love playing the saxophone" he spoke. His voice echoed in Bokuto's head. It was smooth and calming.

"Kuroo.. I wanna join this club"

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So uhm, this will be fun to write.

Anyway, I got this idea randomly and I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!

I hope you all are just as excited as me! For  now enjoy this short prologue, I'll start updating properly once my other fics are ready!
-hatari.