When Len Tsukimori entered the gates of Tokyo College of Music, he has many things that occupied his mind. There are at least a dozen of errands he has to attend to but the expression 'so little time' is not his excuse for he is neither lethargic about duties nor a careless whiner who doesn't plan ahead. He stepped out of his car and examined it, frowning. His mother insisted on buying him a car on his birthday this year and as much as it is meaningful to take those driving lessons last year, he wasn't expecting that his mother would make it a burden of hers to provide him a more comfortable mode of transportation. Of course, he was thankful, that endearing gratitude is a given. His grandmother even pointed out how flushed his cheeks were while he was sitting on the driver's seat and his father is taking pictures while his grandfather was fuzzing over him, helping him strap the seat belt (a ridiculous feat itself for he is not a child, for god's sake).


Putting aside those thoughts because he was rather smiling sheepishly to himself now, he started walking to the university. He was asked to drop some package of sorts to the Administration's office. As he walked around, he was slightly impressed of the surroundings; students chattering silently, carrying their books with grace; classical music faintly heard in the hallways, inside locked doors. Every face looks kind and serious and Tsukimori felt himself relaxing because this seems like familiar environment. He'll be leaving Japan in six months. In some subtle way, he will begin to miss being around people like him and he admitted anxiety on his part as he thinks about once he goes abroad and countless foreign strangers would prod and bother him, unwelcome as usual.


Sighing and clutching the package firmly, he realized he doesn't know where he is and before he gets lost which would be personally embarrassing for him, he decided to excuse himself with the first student who walked pass him. She was female, judging by the long auburn hair in view...and the skirt, of course. He wasted no time on reluctance.


"Excuse me," he asked with a solemn bow of his head. "Can you please direct me to the Administration's Office?"


When he looked up to peer at the girl's face, he couldn't hide his surprise.


Of all people--I didn't know she--!?

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"I will not be conquered." I came here to choose my path and the path is always perfection and success. I study music and I'm excellent with it. My violin and I create another world where sight and sound mix as two engulfing forces of reality. My name is Tsukimori Len.

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