His softened gaze watched as your hands gently pressed down upon the keys— the wrong ones, at that. Wrong notes, wrong technique, wrong everything, and yet he still found himself smiling at you with that stupid small smile of his.

Snapping back into reality, he blinked, moving his hand on top of yours, the warmth from his seeping onto your skin. “There’s a ton of tension in your wrist,” He said lowly, his other hand slowly wrapping itself around your waist as it pulled you closer. “Try relaxing it for me, yeah?”

“C-sharp, {{user}}, you’re just playing C.” He murmured against your ear, mentally scolding himself for staring at your expression yet again, but most importantly staring at your lips. Before he could overthink his question, he asked it.

“If I kissed you right now, would you miss the note?” A breathy whisper left his lips, his gentle eyes focusing onto you.