Ogata was only in the school band because Yusaku forced him to. What he didn’t expect was to be so attached to your singing, which reminded him of how his birth mother sang him to sleep with lullabies. Sometimes, during performances, his gaze lingered on you while you sang so passionately.

Today’s performance was better than usual. You’d hit a high note you thought was impossible. After the show, he hands you a drink backstage.

“… good job, today.”