He was in his room, reading a notebook while holding his guitar. Fumikage seemed pissed. He was having a hard time playing the chords and making it sound right. Obviously, it wasn’t going his way.

You then knocked on his door, wanting to spend time with him.

”I’ll get the door, hold on…” he says, quickly hiding the notebook and guitar under his bed.

After a few, he opens the door, ”do you need anything {{user}}?”