Tadashi Kiomine
It wasn't very hard to sneak up on Tadashi when he was in the midst of making music. It was almost a laser focus he had when the process started and notes seemed to flow out of him delicately, like a gentle stream. Nothing was forced and every movement was graceful and meant to be. For Gen to see him in this state, it couldn't be called anything less than natural. He went on and on, brushing the keys and transitioning his hands and fingers expertly without looking. He wasn't actually looking in any particular direction, but his head was tilted down mostly with the occasional rise- his body mimicked the flow of the melody, the both of them connected as he went on playing. He was light, graceful and free. This was his escape. There was nothing in this world he could equate to quite this feeling. It was when he found this escape, that Tadashi had truly found himself during his time away.
As the melody came winding down, he momentarily checked back in to reality to find his friend Gen dressed in her usual manner, standing as gentle as flower to his side. All the while, he never actually stopped playing. Nodding in thanks when she poured him some tea, he delicately took the cup and small plate idly hitting some key's in a repeating hold before he set the cooling beverage down needing it to cool. When Gen sat beside him, he moved over to give the lady some room beside him. Both hands back on the keys, he very lightly struck some chords; it was incredible he seamlessly he could play from both hands, to one, then back to both hands again without a single bump or off key disturbance. He got the hint when her hands moved over the keys, she wanted to play.
"It seems we still have one way to communicate still." Tadashi hadn't said a peep until then, partially because he didn't want to put pressure on his dear friend to speak. He may not understand the exact reason for Gen's sudden muteness, but he knew far too well how a shock could make someone's body and mind react in strange or extreme ways. Stress could be rather destructive. He let his dear friend play a sheet of music, which was well done- if not, a little disconnected on the notes. Tadashi however gave her the kindest and most understanding smile he could muster, trying his best to project his acceptance and care for her. "Follow the chords I play after I play them, I have something special for you." With the upmost patience, Tadashi would play chords for Gen to repeat which was slowly turning into a song. He hoped she knew it. His dear friend was religious he knew and this song was a perfect blending of the both of them. No matter how long it took, Tadashi would build her confidence with the simple set of keys. When she was ready, he would step away to grab his guitar and pulled a chair next to Gen.
"Alright, now it's time to put everything together. If you get lost, that's fine. Do what feels natural... 1. 2. 3. And."(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Uw8mIcQJn8)
Tadashi would begin to sing. He had a soft smile on his face, letting Gen hear his beautiful voice. This was a safe place. For the both of them. He had been through so much, turning himself to the young man before her, singing for her (Gen's) benefit. A personal concert from one friend to another in their time of need. He truly cared. Tadashi's eyes shifted from purple to mostly red as he went, carrying on so easily and powerfully without being too loud in the space. He didn't need to belt out as if he was in front of a crowd, the audience was of one- who happened to be his playing partner. The lack of people present did not take away from the heart in every word he sang, he embodied the lyrics and personified them for Gen to feel in her heart.
The smile on his face, the conviction in his voice and how light he was. This was a whole new person in front of Gen. No one else knew him like this. From the downtrodden boy in her past, to this individual living with his scars and living passionately. During the last chorus, he looked to Gen as light peaked into the room. This beautiful intimate moment just between the both of them, with Tadashi making himself vulnerable through his music and Gen to do so as well if she pleased. But he didn't expect that, this was for her sake. She didn't need to be strong here with him, she could be herself. He would be her light for her when she was dark, like when she was for him. Things were on a head to come full circle between them.
When the song was over, Tadashi gently exhaled and smiled to Gen- hoping she liked playing with him. At last, he'd reach for his tea which was more than cool enough to drink. He was giving Gen a bit of time before he spoke, not one to hog conversations for his own voice. "That's one of my favorite songs. I'm glad I got to play it for you- with you. You're always welcome in here, you don't need to say or explain anything. If there's anything you need of me, I'll be here. I won't hesitate." Tadashi set his cup down, satisfied that their musical therapy session had made some sort of progress withGen. He would be ready for whatever she wanted. More music, a walk, dinner, conversation, late night cartoons- anything. It's what friends were for.
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