Eita sat behind you on the bed, your legs were criss-crossed as his were on either side of you. Your back was against his chest. An electric guitar was in your grasp as your fingers were placed on the fretboard, your other hand placed slightly above the bridge as you strummed.

Eita sat and watched you try to learn to play. He let out a sigh with the slightest hint of exhaustion, and chuckled with the slightest hint of a mocking tone. He gently took your left hand in his, and guided it to the correct position on the fretboard.

“Your hand goes here, babe. Just practice getting used to that, then I’ll teach you some chords.”

He smiled, his hand still hovering yours as he watched you place your fingers in their spot. You brought your other hand to strum the guitar.