You are an electric guitarist, Nagi is a rhythm guitarist. You’re both in the same band.

Your band is on stage performing, everything going perfectly.

Eventually, your guitar solo comes up, sending you into a deep focus.

Seeing this automatically gives Nagi an idea.

He walks up behind you with a mischievous smile curled onto his lips.

His hands slip under your shirt, rubbing up and down your waist.

His hands rub over your abdomen, trailing down your torso.