Treble in Love (слэш)

Bucky looked down at the bars of music on his wrist with clear contempt. The only reason he was in this stupid AP Music Theory class is because of those fourteen notes permanently written on his arm. Most people, if not every other person on Earth, had the first words their soulmate would ever say to them tattooed on their wrists. But no, not Bucky. Bucky had some sheet music that he couldn’t read staring at him every day.