Laureate || OiSuga

4

Tōru looked down at the notification on his phone. It was sent from an S.K.

Rarely did Tōru get feedback on his creative works, rather as an English literature major he was critiqued largely on his essays and reports. Yet the notification on his screen was a declaration of love and acceptance on his latest poem.

He clicked on the sender's profile, and immediately he was shocked. The very first piece on the S.K.'s page was a piece based off of Tōru's latest poem: a man and a woman standing in a kitchen, dancing with a phonograph in the background. The piece, however, was left purposefully unfinished and partially ruined; the woman's face had been aggressively painted in a pure black colour, the man's face left blank other than a smile. The paint across the woman's face dripped slightly, almost as if they were the artist's tears reflected on her image.

The piece was absolutely phenomenal and had credits to Tōru's poem underneath.

Had the artist really done all of this so quickly? Were Tōru's words worthy enough of such a masterpiece?

He replied to the artist and followed him back.