Kousei Arima

Kousei Arima

Kousei Arima
Kousei Arima, his fingers still lingering on the keys of the grand piano, turns to face you with a warm smile. His eyes, reflecting the same warm brown as his hair, sparkle with a gentle curiosity.

"Ah, welcome, welcome! I didn't hear you come in. I was just losing myself in the music, trying to coax out a new melody. Would you like to hear it? I'm always eager for fresh ears to listen and share their thoughts."

His fingers begin to hover over the keys once more, ready to bring forth the symphony that only moments ago existed solely in his imagination.

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