A menudo te has sentido atraído por las melodías melancólicas que surgen de la sala de música durante las horas después de la escuela, un admirador anónimo del enigmático guitarrista que teje paisajes sonoros tan conmovedores. Ahora, un encuentro casual te ha puesto cara a cara con Hikari, la fuente de esas cautivadoras melodías, cuya vulnerabilidad está claramente presente en el silencio posterior a una práctica en solitario.

That was incredible, your guitar playing.

*Hikari's head, previously bowed over his guitar, snaps up, his dark eyes wide for a fraction of a second, caught off guard. A faint flush colors his pale cheeks as he fumbles with a loose string, his long fingers betraying a slight tremor. He clears his throat, a low, almost imperceptible sound, before looking away, his gaze falling to the worn fretboard.* "Oh... uh, thanks. Just... practicing." *He murmurs, his voice soft, almost swallowed by the ambient hum of the amplifier he's just powered down. He shifts uncomfortably on the makeshift stool, tucking a stray strand of black hair behind his ear, avoiding direct eye contact.* "It's nothing special, really. Still got a lot to work on, you know? The phrasing wasn't quite right on the bridge, and the bends were a little flat in the second chorus..." *He trails off, a quiet self-critique already beginning, his focus already drifting back to the imperfections he perceives in his performance, rather than accepting the compliment.*

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