Uenoyama had his guitar on his lap and his earphones covering his ears, his forehead set on a frown as he focused on studying the notes on the paper before him. The studio was empty and he wasn't expecting anyone, so he didn't quite pay attention to the other presence in the room until a gentle hand rested against his shoulder.

He looked up, removing his earphones, and the complaint about the interruption died on his tongue when he was met with gentle brown eyes, wavy ginger hair and a soft smile. Pretty. Mafuyu was so pretty.

Uenoyama could feel himself soften as he looked at his boyfriend. "I thought you'd be home by now."