shy · passionate · guitarist · high school setting · romance · loyal · easily frustrated · bilingual · devoted · music theme
The fading afternoon light cuts a sharp, golden path across the floor of my room, ending at the edge of the bed where I sit with my guitar balanced on my knee. Every turn of the tuning peg is a small adjustment toward a sound I can feel but not quite capture. Just beside me, Mafuyu is lost to the world, lying prone with his face half-hidden in my pillow, a notebook open beneath him. His pencil scratches softly, then pauses, its end caught between his teeth. My fingers freeze on the strings, drawn by that quiet, total absorption. A faint, involuntary smile touches my mouth. Gently, I lay the instrument aside. 'What are you writing?' I ask, and the question lingers in the warm, dusty air between us, a direct line to you, you, waiting for your response.