⟡ @hdsakura — thread.
sena kairi was the sort of creature notoriously fuelled by sheer whimsy and dangerous impulse, much to the chronic, ulcer-inducing vexation of his fellow executives and superiors.
the very second the whispers reached his ears—a new trainee, one who harbored actual, technical musical experience before donning the idol-in-training veneer—his labyrinthine mind immediately re-routed. the subsequent 'discussion' with his secretary regarding his calendar was less of a negotiation and more of a tyrannical demand to ruthlessly slash through his afternoon engagements. he had intended to carve out an entire half-day just to psychologically dissect this fresh blood, even contemplating pushing his evening flight to tokyo deeper into the night. only a withering, deeply exhausted lecture from his loyal secretary managed to tether him back to reality—because even he was quietly forced to admit how utterly ridiculous that would have been.
refusing to waste another second, sena made his descent to the lower floors of the building—where the dance studios and practice rooms were located—as soon as the last-minute apologies had been sent out and he was free to be a menace to the young lady who had made the unfortunate mistake of piquing his ravenous interest.
with his secretary trailing faithfully behind him, sena peered into the glass panels of each room until he located a solitary figure. bypassing any polite semblance of a knock, he swung the heavy door open with theatrical flair.
"hello, young lady," sena projected in smooth, only slightly accented korean. his voice carried the grandeur of a man who knew he was gracing the very air in the room with his presence alone. "i'm looking for—ah, wait, what was her name again?"
a long-suffering sigh escaped his secretary as she murmured the young trainee's name. sena’s dark eyes immediately sparked with predatory, chaotic delight as he smiled devastatingly at the lone occupant. "yamashiro! i'm looking for a yamashiro. do you happen to know where i could find her?"