(an iwaoi ov au)
The piano keys. Tooru listens to the song of the piano with his ear pressed to the floor of his bedroom, and he closes his eyes. Every pianist has a different song to share, a different song with different emotions tied to it. Some songs, like his own, are energetic, confidant and defiant, but he always prefers listening to Hajime play. When Hajime plays, it’s always soft and calm, like a hazy beach at sunset.
His sister, Himeko, is a piano instructor, and Oikawa has been listening to people play through the floorboards for his entire life. Yet, for his entire life, he was never allowed downstairs to listen, for one simple reason.
He, Tooru Oikawa, is an omega.
From a long family line of proud alphas and betas, of course, Tooru was expected to present as an alpha, but fate seemed to have other plans.
His mother locked him up after the fact, didn’t allow him outside, didn’t allow others to know what he was, as if his existence being known to the outside world was a disgrace to the family name.
So for years, he felt like the black ink stain on his mother’s perfect family. His father was rarely home, always out, as a traveling musician, he made more money than someone would expect, which earned the family a large house in the blossoming city of Hartford.
This year would be the fifth Himeko had taken in students to be taught, and possibly the last for awhile, she was getting married in the autumn.
The summer this year was especially hot, even with his windows closed and his curtains drawn. But as he closed his eyes and listened to Hajime’s song, Tooru forgot the heat. It painted such a wonderful picture in his mind, just like every other time Hajime played the piano.
Paintbrush strokes of bright yellows and pinks and oranges, the wonderfully pastel clouds glowing over a bed of water, shining and rippling, coming in waves and crashing down on the soft sand, between his toes and drying on his ankles. A breeze wafts across the beach and it feels good, brushing Tooru’s bangs out of his face so he could get a better, unobstructed view of the breathtaking sunset before him.
(It’s been so long since he’s seen a sunset on the beach.)
(When Hajime played the piano, it sounds like a song just for Tooru.)
The setting will probably be subject to change, I’ll try to post new little short things every day though!! You can find them all on my iwaoi ov tag :)))
I suck at long stories,, so,, this probably won’t be turned into a full length story. BuT THere wil l probably be a lot of short little chapters