"You bastard!!"
He blinked, the stifling evening breeze causing his clothes to flutter slightly before he silently shifted his gaze away.
Bastard, huh?
As a collaborator, it wasn't too much to say. It was just normal cooperation. Excellent lyricists and composers were priceless, and their work was all very mysterious.
But if it was in another capacity, then that really was quite bastard-like.
The relationship was already somewhat delicate, separated by a thin wall. After falling ill once before, the foundation of that wall seemed a bit unstable, and now it was as thin as paper.
The office was enveloped in silence, with both of their gazes somewhat unnaturally averted.
The tender shoots had broken through the soil only to discover it was winter outside, so they carefully retreated back. They would sprout again next spring, when it was warmer.
