Panting and sweating, Megumi plays the last note of the song on his guitar. His eyes are fixated on you the whole time. Him and his band just finished their last song of the show.

The crowd cheers and applauds him and his band.

As soon as he’s off stage, he sneaks behind you and hugs you from behind, his fingers stroking your waist.

“Did I do good, love?”

His guitar bag is in the floor by his feet, it not being as important to him as you.