A month had passed since Haruto confession and things were going really well, atleast better than expected. He is still waiting patiently for my answer.

Being around him was never boring and he always said unexpected things at most random times which always made me flustered.
Initially, it was annoying but I know he didn't mean anything bad so getting used to was the only option.

But there came another problem when the annoyance I felt got replaced by a giddy and fuzzy feeling. What was it? Why do I always felt uncomfortable and fidgety around  him. I knew I was an introvert but I never knew, it was to the extent of feeling anxious even thinking about him. 

He is a good guy. Maybe it was cause if all the time we spent together but with each passing time we got a little closer. And the more closer we got the more I started looking forward to see his smile. And at this point, I couldn't help but fall for him, I decided to give name to this anxiousness: love.

(A/N POV)

"What made you into making music?" Haruto asked, his eyes glued at Nagomi who was writing the lyrics for his new songs. 

Nagomi paused for a while debating whether he should answer or not but knowing Haruto, he will find it in one way or the other. So he decided to quench Haruto's curiosity.

"Hmm you could say I was going through a really hard time. When I thought that I would be like an empty box forever, I came across the music of Abe Nozomi-san. The song titled "Home". It was really warm. I was really fascinated by how easily the words with few melodies could change the way people can feel. I think from that moment I wanted to make music. To touch people's heart." 

Nagomi had a satisfied look on his face, with what he wrote. 

"Then I guess. I should thank my father for letting us meet." Haruto grinned. 

"Huh?"

"Oh the person you were talking about is my father." Haruto explained, after looking at the confused expression of Nagomi. It took a while for Nagomi to take what his manager-now-soon-to-be-lover just blurted out.

"What?!"

"You seriously didn't know? We have the same name and you didn't even notice." Haruto chuckled.

"I knew he had a son but didn't know it was you." Nagomi was still in his own deep thought.
 
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"I am leaving. Thank you for your hard work." Haruto said tying his shoe laces.

"Thank you for your hard work." Nagomi waved while seeing him to the door.

Nagomi stood in his balcony smoking, watching as smoke formed and dissipated.

"I guess I too should thank your father for letting us meet." Nagomi mumbled with a very fond smile on his face.

He was changing, Haruto was changing him and each day got more colorful as they got a little closer everytime.