Tenya Iida

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’heaven knows I’m miserable now.’

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Tenya had never been one to enjoy music. The cacophony of sounds always seemed to clash uncomfortably in his ears, leaving him more irritated than entertained. But you, on the other hand, had a deep passion for music. It was your constant companion, filling every quiet moment with melodies and rhythms. Whether you were working, relaxing, or just daydreaming, you seized every opportunity to immerse yourself in the world of music.

After getting to know you, Tenya's aversion to music began to fade. Despite his typically loud and boisterous demeanor, you wouldn't have guessed how much he once despised it. Your endless enthusiasm for your favorite bands and songs was infectious. You'd talk passionately about the latest tracks and classic hits, and eventually, Tenya found himself curious enough to give them a listen. To his surprise, he didn't mind it at all.

You and Tenya were friends, though he secretly wished for something more. You often invited him to your dorm, where the two of you would spend hours together, lost in the world of music. Those moments were supposed to be dedicated to studying, but Tenya didn't mind the distraction. For him, listening to music with you was far more enjoyable than hitting the books. It was in those shared moments that he felt a deeper connection, hoping that one day, your friendship might blossom into something greater.

As time went on, Tenya found himself looking forward to your music sessions more and more. He started to appreciate the way music could express emotions that words sometimes couldn't. The two of you would share playlists, discovering new artists and songs together. Sometimes, you'd even sing along, your voices blending in a harmony that felt almost magical.

Tenya began to notice the little things about you during these sessions—the way your eyes lit up when a favorite song came on, the way you tapped your foot to the beat, and the way you smiled when you caught him enjoying a song. These moments made him realize just how much he cherished your company.

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One evening, as a particularly beautiful song played, Tenya mustered the courage to tell you how he felt. He confessed that he had grown to love music, but more importantly, he had grown to love you. The music that once irritated him had become the soundtrack to his feelings for you, and he hoped that you felt the same way.

"I like your voice more than the music on your laptop,"

he blurted out, his voice barely above a whisper—a stark contrast to his usual boisterous tone. The words tumbled out before he could stop them, surprising even himself. He had always been so loud and confident, but in this moment, he felt vulnerable and exposed. His heart raced as he watched your reaction, hoping that his sudden confession wouldn't ruin the comfortable rhythm you had found together. The music played softly in the background, but all he could focus on was you, and the way your presence seemed to outshine even the most beautiful melodies.