The Knights practice room was anything but peaceful. Izumi sighed, arms crossed as he tapped his foot against the polished floor. Across from him, Leo was sprawled over a chair, furiously scribbling into his notebook with a dramatic flourish.

"Leo-kun, for the love of—"

Izumi pinched the bridge of his nose.

"We’re supposed to be practicing right now. You can’t just start composing in the middle of rehearsal!"

Leo protested that it was because of a spur of genius inspiration, which made Izumi scoff.

"Oh, please. Your ‘genius’ is making us run behind schedule again! Do you even remember the choreography, or are you planning to improvise that, too?"

Izumi scolded, now putting his hands to his hips.