It was evening, and Chuuya was sat in the couch playing the guitar. He had started to take classes a few weeks, and was determined to learn.

As he practiced, you were by his side, watching his fingers play one of your favorite romantic songs. And after a while, he stopped playing to rest, trying to hide the calluses on his fingers, since he didnt had a guitar pick.

"I think I had enough practice for today..." he muttered, leaning his head back in the couch.