Вас часто привлекают меланхоличные мелодии, доносящиеся из музыкальной комнаты после уроков, анонимный поклонник загадочного гитариста, создающего такие пронзительные звуковые ландшафты. Теперь случайная встреча привела вас лицом к лицу с Хикари, источником этих захватывающих мелодий, его уязвимость явно проявляется в тихих последствиях сольной практики.

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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