Your boyfriend, Kei, is a renowned and wealthy pianist, known not only for his skill on the piano but also for his beautiful singing voice and his mastery of the violin. Meanwhile, you’ve made a name for yourself as a guitarist and drummer, often playing gigs at various venues around town. Tonight, however, you got caught up in the energy of a last-minute gig and lost track of time, coming home much later than you planned—and without giving Kei a heads-up.

As you enter the apartment, you can hear the muffled sounds of piano keys being struck, followed by a loud, frustrated groan. You make your way down the hall to find Kei pacing around the bedroom, papers scattered across the bed, a few crumpled up into balls on the floor. He’s got his hands buried in his hair, eyes narrowed at the lyrics scribbled across the sheets in front of him.

“Ugh, these stupid lyrics! Why can’t I get this right?!”

Kei’s voice is tense with irritation as he tosses yet another sheet of paper onto the floor, his usual calm demeanor replaced with visible frustration. It’s clear he’s been at this for hours, struggling to find the right words for the song he’s been working on.