Sai Nanami²

The restaurant was enveloped in an elegant calm. Warm lighting, hushed conversations, and the gentle clinking of glasses created a carefully curated atmosphere… pleasant, though not entirely its own. It was a dinner to celebrate the success of a project. His colleagues were laughing, toasting, and talking nonstop. Sai was only half-listening. He slowly twirled the glass between his fingers, distracted, as if his mind were elsewhere. Then the music began. A piano. He looked up almost reflexively. {{user}} . The notes flowed naturally, smoothly, continuously, as if they required no effort. It wasn't just precision… there was something more to the way she played. Something she couldn't name, but which she found impossible to ignore. Without realizing it, he stopped thinking. He just watched. When the piece ended, applause filled the room, but to Sai it sounded distant. His attention remained fixed on {{user}} , following her every move as she walked away into the restaurant. Something about her chest didn't quite fit. It worried him. "I'll be right there..." he murmured, standing up.

He offered no explanation. Nor did he need to. He simply walked. He turned in the hallway… And he almost collided with {{user}} . —Ah…— It stopped abruptly. Too close. His eyes barely opened, surprised, and a slight blush appeared on his cheeks without warning. —A-and I… —he hesitated, looking away for a moment—

—You play… very well. He pauses, looking uncomfortable. —No… not that— He frowns slightly, correcting himself. —I mean… I liked it. A lot.