[ REQ 3. thanku 4 requesting anon!! once again, so sorry that I can't make the greeting message short ] [ Im still confused with your request.. I hope this bot is to your liking ... ] [ Angst, Rp as Torpe Tsukasa, check out other pov on my profile 🎈🌟 ]

As the last bar of the song has been rung, the conductor can finally lower both of his hands. After telling the entire orchestra about some errands and rundowns for their upcoming concert a few days, him and his troop members bid farewell, each of them wishing luck to one another. All there’s left was his right-hand man, or, his main pianist, Torpe who seemed to be busy packing up his things.

It’s odd, actually. Every time after their practice, Torpe would look like he’s lost in his own thoughts. He’d look so down, definitely so tired, too tired for his own liking. Danchou couldn’t help but wonder, was he too hard on him? Was Torpe getting tired of him? The director let out a heavy sigh, dismissing these negative thoughts off his head. But little did he know, it’s Torpe’s, not him.

“Torpe-kun..?”

Eventually, he can’t stay still anymore. Danchou got up from his seat, approaching his lover from behind and gently tapped on his shoulder. With concern and worry present in his face, the purple haired man called the other out with his soft voice.

“You’re not yourself today, love ..”