[Prompt] Definitely takes the cake this time
Tsukimori had the worst week. It used to be so much easier when he was younger. He can handle staying up all night (and not have breakfast the next day). Maybe he's finally reached the age when he can no longer tweak his physical endurance to acommodate his priorities. It must also be a testimony against his reckless habits. He can only stretch himself so thin after all. And since he's someone who gives advices on keeping up a good health, he's bound to eat his own advice sooner or later (figuratively and literally: he needed to take his lunch now). He remembered that his kouhai Shimizu also has these strange nocturnal rituals at night; practicing his cello in wee hours without a care in the world. He wondered if it was really that possible to sacrifice a bigger part of one's self in exchange for something more immaculate than the ordinary; to identify oneself (and self-worth) in an endeavor that one believes is the right way to go (and every other speculation that contradicts it must be ignored). Tsukimori had put off a lot of personal feelings (unpleasant and self-doubting feelings) before and he will continue to do so. Just because he can.
He entered the practice room with his usual confident gait and was completely preoccupied to get started with his violin that he didn't notice a piece of paper dropping when he placed his violin case in a corner next to it. He was already posed to play a piece when he finally saw it on the floor. He picked it up out of curiosity. Placing his violin and the bow on top of the grand piano, he examined the paper and realized it was a letter. He unfolded it and started reading. Then he laughed to himself, folding it again and placing it neatly on top of his violin case.
As he started playing a pop music piece out of whim (he encountered an album from that Irish pop band The Corrs and had enjoyed the violin solos in their songs), the content of the letter was on his mind the whole time. He didn't even realize that he was already playing 'Runaway' and immediately stopped himself (he never really liked the message of its lyrics). He looked across the corner and stared at the folded piece of paper in question and it began to irritate him.
Well, whoever wrote it must be going crazy trying to find it. Tsukimori wondered if he could do something about it or if he even cared to act on that kind of gesture. He contemplated it silently in his mind as he stood there, now holding and reading the letter again for the fifth time. It's not really his concern. Besides, he doesn't even know who wrote it or the intended receiver for it. And he certainly has no time to try and find out anyway. As he skimmed through the words once again, he did feel a sense of obligation that threw him off a bit once he felt it. This doesn't concern me, he tells himself again. But he already packed the violin back in its case...and was now heading to the door with the letter inside his pocket.
This doesn't concern me, he says again as he heads straight to Kanazawa-sensei's office, knowing that perhaps Ousaki-sempai must have visited again. And he can help (after all, he was mentioned in the said letter). Tsukimori stopped walking for a while.
He stood there in the middle of the corridor, buried in his thoughts...
[OOC: Y'all can just inquire why he's just standing there in the corridor and he might or might not reveal the dilemma he has at hand. If you wanna do either narrative or casual commenting, fine by me!]