Just His Type (An Ouran Highschool Host Club Story)

A Beautiful Song

Soft music lofted through the air, gently vibrating against the walls, drifting around the corners, dancing on the breeze, the soft sounds so familiar that they might as well have been breathing in its presence. Besides the gentle strums of the violin playing, the air was silent. Words would spoil the atmosphere mood, shattering it into pieces like glass shards. Michi's body moved with graceful precision. She was in her element here as her bow danced over the strings, drawing a beautiful melody out of them, coaxing more sound, bringing forth more life from them. It had all come together beautifully. The song was so simple that the notes were easy to understand, yet so sweet that they left you craving more. And the music was soothing. The sound had become so calm that no one could find the strength to disrupt it with their presence. Unbeknownst to Michi and her tutor, she had an audience outside the classroom. They watched Michi play, watching her smile ever so slightly as she played, their eyes glued to her expression, taking in everything about her, memorizing every detail. Every time she smiled, her eyes lit up like fireflies. She looked so radiant, so full of life.

Her tutor seemed mesmerized by her talent. Though he didn't say anything as she played, there were many occasions when his gaze followed hers as she drew her bow, the way his eyes never left her fingers. He said nothing as she played, but when Michi stopped playing, he spoke softly into the silence.

"Well done, Miss Fujioka," He'd smile at her. "Your skill is exceptional." He then turned back to his papers, scribbling away furiously. But Michi didn't mind that his attention was diverted as she sighed softly. The tension had left her shoulders; the music had brought forth a sense of tranquility and rest. As though her soul had escaped through her fingers and now rested there, suspended in the air before her, waiting for her to call upon it again.

She began to put away her instrument and prepare to leave when her tutor turned around and looked up at her, his face still alight with admiration. "Miss Fujioka, may I ask you a question?" Michi gave him a curious look before nodding for him to continue. He cleared his throat, then began speaking, "When did you start playing music, Miss Fujioka?"

Michi smiled politely, looking down as if bashful. "I started when I was five," she answered. "My Mom... she bought me this violin and told me she saw it and immediately thought of me and my love of music. I would practice with my school's old violins daily during study periods until I was old enough to play this one." Her face softened as she remembered her mother.

Her smile turned into something reminiscent of a dream. Michi nodded her head as her brown hair draped over her eyes.

Her tutor nodded as he jotted the information down, his pen tapping on a small paper pad, writing as fast as possible. After several minutes, the older man looked up, smiling kindly at the young girl. "No wonder you were accepted with a full scholarship, Miss Fujioka. You play brilliantly. However, do not forget there is still much to learn. If you want to excel, don't lose focus on your training and study."

She bowed politely, smiling, "Yes, sir. Thank you for your guidance."

"You're welcome, Miss Fujioka," he said, turning around to grab a folder from his desk and pulling out some papers. She noticed he was wearing an expensive suit and tie, which had been tailored specifically for him. He pulled out a couple of pages, handing them to her. "These have all the information for today. This is the piece I would like for you to work on. Sonata No. 5. I assume you have heard it?"

She nodded, taking the sheet from him. "Yes, sir. The piece was chosen by one of my teachers as the perfect composition. It's a beautiful song."

His eyebrows raised, "Really?"

She nodded quickly. "It is a wonderful composition."

He leaned forward on his desk, "Then I will leave you to get started. We will see how long it takes for you to finish it. In the meantime, please continue practicing with your violin every day. I expect to see you every Monday for our sessions."