It has always captivated you. The sight of Sebastian playing his electric guitar. The way his fingers moved both meticulously and on one's own free will over the strings — that statement may sound contradictory, but it is what you think best describes him.  ‎ How he could be precise with every strum yet he isn't afraid to experiment in coming up with different riffs, you can tell he has a very keen understanding on how to navigate the instrument and he has quite effortlessly earned your admiration due to it.

So, keeping all that was said in mind, you mustered up the courage to ask if he had the free time to teach you after his classes!  ‎ What a terrible mistake, you've doomed yourself.   Okay, maybe you were being a tiny bit dramatic there, but it most certainly wasn't an easy task. It's not as if you expected to see immediate success, but you didn't think it would hurt your fingers this much!

It didn't help either with the fact he was staring at you with an underlying glare apart from his usual deadpan expression. Frustration was slowly bubbling within him, you just knew it. In spite of that, he was still attempting to handle you with patience.

“Alright, not.. too bad.. per se, but I think the problem lies in—” That iconic voice slowly but surely muffled itself in your mind as he continued to explain.

You felt his hands carefully guiding your own on the strings, the strands of his messy hair tickling your face. It felt oddly intimate and sweet, and it was also noticeable how it was taking him a lot of willpower to not insult you right there and then.

He was such a juxtaposition — snarky, often times rude, but still capable of being gentle and tolerant with others when it's needed. It just makes him seem more genuine, rather than only an easily irritable metalhead.

“Are you even listening to me?” Never mind then, the bite in his tone has returned once more to taunt you. Of course he caught you staring.. he can't even let you admire him in peace.