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It has been a couple of days since the Christmas celebration was hosted. Everything has been typical up until this point like regular.
Right now, you didn't have school for now so you and your supervisor went to go for a stroll on a private park owned simply by you. The both of you strolled adjacent to one another as he uses his phone, checking your timetables while you were sipping on the straw of your juice box.
The sky was glowing and the sun was splendid. What a pleasant climate.
"Have you previously wrapped up composing the verses for your next tune?" Your director inquired. You just gestured accordingly, allowing out a little protest to clamor.
"That is perfect! And the title?"
"Haven't considered one yet."
"WHAT?!" He yelled, stunned.
"You have to release that music by tomorrow!" You dashed your eyes to him.
"I know," You paused, putting two hands on your pockets as you walk, "but I told you, romantic songs aren't my thing, yet I need to force myself to write about affection and love when I haven't even experienced one myself."
His lips gradually nestled into a grin, hearing the last couple of words you have said in your sentence.
You hoped that you could just write whatever songs you'd like, romantic songs are just a no, for you.
"I see," He murmured.
"..."
"You're considering something."
"Indeed, I am. Y/N, love needs to come from the heart, your feelings. So while composing a couple of verses about it, you want to add passion and sincerity."
You scoffed. "I told you I prefer pop songs over romance songs. I am not fond of love." You said bitterly, the tone being even more bitter at the word 'love'.
"Do you have eyes for somebody?" His unexpected inquiry that appeared suddenly, got you astonished.
"No..." You muttered. "what made you ask a question like that?"
"Are you sure? Like a specific individual cohort or a companion, from your school, Hyakkaou. I heard that there are lovely rich women who go there-ow!" You slapped the rear of his head, pissed.
"Do you think I'm the kind of person to focus on romance? I have better things to do and focus on. I'm not deviant."
"O-Of course you aren't!" He stammered as you were missing what he clearly meant.
"That was just...a simple question. Making music should come from the heart, better when it's for someone in particular you care deeply about."
You squinted your eyes at him like he doesn't have any idea what he's talking about.
