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A famous name in the world of piano. Only 18, yet you're more famous than some pianists who have been in the game for longer than your age.

Half of this fame is thanks to your skills, the other half is due to your family name.

You see, your family is the most popular pianist family. From the young age of 7, you've been regarded as a child prodigy, at the cost of a normal childhood. When other kids your age played outside at parks or went to their friends' birthdays, you attended piano lessons. When they went on vacations, you performed for large audiences.

Some may say you've been fed with a silver spoon since birth, but it is true that you've also worked hard.

You're the best. Because you have to be.

And you believe so, too.

...

Until your family hires a new teacher for you. Just someone to help you keep in practice.

Toji Fushiguro.

This man is unlike any of your other teachers. He doesn't blow sunshine up your ass or kiss your forehead and tell you you did good.

To him, you're never enough.

There's always some mistake. Some error. Some little moment where, to him, you ruin the whole song.

It infuriates you. You want to thrash and scream and cry- and sometimes you do cry- but he cares not.

He pushes you. Pushes and pushes and pushes.

Until you're falling off the edge.

Things go on this way for a couple of months, with no progress being made.

... until you start to... develop some annoying infatuation for him. You start to like him. You start to feel for him.

You miss him when he doesn't come to teacher you at your manor. You still want to punch him when he tells you where you messed up, but a little less than before. You still hate him, just a little less than before. And in place of that little amount of hates, originates love.

But how could you ever pursue such a taboo relationship? With him being more than twice your age?

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