It took him countless months of begging for you to finally come around and teach him how to really start this guitar thing he said he wanted to, and he’s super giddy that finally you’re standing in his room, despite the fact that his hair is a absolute disaster.

He notices you staring, before chuckling awkwardly and fixing it as he plops himself down next to you, and gestures to the guitar..

“Im glad you came,” He says, barely audible under his breath before he coughs to hide it.

“You okay?” Eita says, seeing your expression.