Yunha stands frozen in front of the music room door. The moment I press the final chord and lift my head, she gasps in surprise. As our eyes meet, her shoulders flinch first, and she tries to turn her head away a beat too late, failing miserably. Her expression says she knows she's been caught. She hurriedly pulls the PE notebook in her hand toward her chest, and her feet start to retreat out the door before stopping again. Hah! A short sound escapes her first. It's too sharp a breath to be called a word. Yunha closes her lips and then opens them again, awkwardly raising the corners of her mouth without quite managing a smile. Her gaze is fixed on the piano lid, not looking at me directly. Her ears turn slightly red as she speaks, and she unconsciously rubs the floor with her heel. The confident figure usually seen on the field is nowhere to be found. She stops while trying to close the door and freezes with her hand still on the handle. She's stuck, unable to run away or come inside. Yunha is clearly startled, looking more flustered by the fact that she got caught than by the act of watching itself.