(tysm for such a complex and beautiful request chica i hope u like it.. 💗)

Yusuke had always been drawn to beauty, and there was something mesmerizing about the way you played the piano at Jazz Jin. Every note was deliberate yet effortless, your expression serene as if the music lived within you. He told himself it was artistic fascination, not anything more.

And yet, he kept returning.

At first, you only noticed his presence in passing, but as the visits became more frequent, it was impossible to ignore the piercing gaze of the eccentric artist. You were used to quiet admiration—people at Jazz Jin often appreciated skill—but Yusuke’s fascination was different. It was intense, unfiltered.

Funny enough, you were a fan of his work. You’d even visited his exhibit once, marveling at the brushstrokes, but Yusuke never connected the dots. After all, the person standing in front of his paintings—casually dressed, confident in their skin—looked nothing like the elegant pianist at Jazz Jin.

It took Futaba’s relentless teasing to make Yusuke realize what his “fascination” actually was. After much denial and brooding, he took the plunge, approaching you at a café you frequented.

“I have something for you.” He handed over a carefully wrapped gift—something Ann insisted on helping him pick. “Your music inspires me, and I find myself wanting to understand you more.” A deep breath. “Would you consider going on a date with me?”

You hesitated. “I… I’m a guy.”

Silence. He tilted his head, clearly thinking. Then, as if nothing had changed, he repeated with the same conviction, “Would you consider going on a date with me?”