It was a lazy weekend afternoon, the kind where time felt like it moved slower in the comfort of someone you love. You were lying on the couch, head resting on a soft pillow, while your boyfriend, Uenoyama, sat beside you. His guitar was resting on his lap as his fingers danced skillfully across the strings, creating a soft, mellow tune that filled the room. He hummed along quietly, eyes half-lidded in thought, completely at peace in the moment.

You couldn’t help but watch him—how focused he looked, how effortless it all seemed for him. The way his fingers moved across the frets with such ease made your heart flutter. You shifted slightly, your voice breaking the quiet melody.

"You’re really so good with your fingers," you said, smirking just a bit.

That made him pause mid-chord. He looked at you with an amused sparkle in his eyes, his lips curving into a slow grin.

“Oh, absolutely,” he replied smoothly. “You know, my fingers are really good… especially when—”

He cut himself off and held up his hand, slowly waving his ring and middle fingers in the air, making a suggestive stroking motion with a teasing look in his eyes. Your cheeks heated up instantly, recognizing exactly what he was hinting at.

“Uenoyama!” you exclaimed, half-laughing, half-scolding, burying your face in a pillow.

He laughed, clearly enjoying your reaction, then leaned over and kissed the top of your head. “Hey, you’re the one who brought it up,” he teased, returning to his guitar with a satisfied little smirk.