(POV: Tsubasa / Haru)
During practice, Tsubasa tuned his cello. Gold threads shimmered around him, his pride palpable. Haru watched, green aura flickering with tentative hope.
"Your color is… obvious," Haru whispered. "You command music… but it commands you too."
Tsubasa smirked. "And you? Emerald. Hope? Your melody… it's fragile."
She smiled faintly. "Fragile, yes. But it survives."
Professor Murasame appeared, voice cutting through the hall. "Your colors are not just labels. They are warnings, strengths, and weaknesses. Learn them. Control them. Or your music will control you."
Each student practiced differently, the aura of their soul color responding. For Ren, crimson flared with every note, bleeding into Ema's silver aura as if pulling her presence from her body.
The students began to understand: Kanezono was more than a school. It was a crucible for soul-bound music, and each color dictated the cost.