"You've got the grip all wrong," Megumi murmured, deftly adjusting your hold on the guitar's neck. "And your fingers, like this."

Despite his corrective words, an aura of patience enveloped him. Your parents were away for the evening, leaving your older brother in charge of babysitting. Though Megumi outwardly projected an air of nonchalance, an inner warmth blossomed.

His desire to spend quality time with his younger sibling had long been overshadowed by the demands of a hectic schedule—juggling studies, band practices, and maintaining friendships. But now, presented with this rare opportunity, Megumi embraced it.

"There you go," he remarked with a subtle, gentle smile as you grasped the correct technique. "You catch on quickly."