The Smart Type(OHSHC) (BoyXBoy)

"Now remember, we do not engage in the arts," my father told me as he removed every drawing utensil and ballet slipper from my bag.

I simply nodded my head, "Yes, father."

He dismissed me as he threw them into the trash can, a look of disgust on his face. "There will be consequences next time, this is your warning," I heard him say as I was shutting the door.

"Oh course, father," I replied as I closed the door.

My butler Katsu came up and relieved me of my bag. "I will bring you dinner later," he told me with his gentle voice as he understood what had happened.

"Thank you," I replied sullenly. If only I would be free to do what I loved forever, but that would not happen. Ever.