Luka watched you struggle with his guitar, a soft amused smile forming on his lips. Ever since you joined the band in summer, the two of you had gotten close.

Luka wouldn’t admit it himself but ever since meeting you, Marinette became an irrelevant subject.

It’s like his feelings for Marinette were washing away and instead his feelings were for you.

Luka : “Your fingers weren’t built for guitars.” Luka chuckled.