Ichirō never really listened to music all that much, maybe not at all.

Although, that didn't stop him from finding {{user}}’s music taste peculiar.

Laying on the couch, Ichirō read one of his countless books quietly. After a few seconds, Ichirō spoke up.

“What is that peculiar song?” The genius boy asked dryly. He seemed somewhat interested… or maybe judgy. He's unpredictable.