music & vocaloids month ; nineteenth day.
synopsis: Ritsuka is not very good at talking about his emotions and feelings, but his singing expresses more than anything else.
# tags: scenario; current relationship; sing a song; slice of life; soft romance; fluff; sfw
includes: gender neutral reader ft. ritsuka uenoyama {given}
my inspiration, song: “dobrze, że cię mam” by kortez
The studio where Ritsuka and the band had practiced for a long time was empty at the moment; you couldn’t hear Akihiko’s strange jokes, you didn’t feel the calm presence of Mafuyu, you didn’t see Nakayama who always well dressed. Instead it was just you and your boyfriend rehearsing new songs, getting into conversation with you from time to time. So you sat across from him, carefully watching him play the electric guitar. Sometimes you asked the boy a quick question about music, and sometimes you asked him out of curiosity if he was tired or hungry – in case of the latter need, you wanted to take out the bento prepared for the two of you and a paper bag with sweet buns with cottage cheese that you bought on your way to meet a high school student.
However, Ritsuka didn’t seem to be tired or hungry right now. His face was calm, his eyes was focused, his heart beating at a steady rate and his breathing was calm. He looked really good, you could also say, really manly. You liked the sight and you were really delighted that Uenoyama became interested in you more than half a year ago and was the first to ask about being in a relationship.
“... What are you thinking about, Y/N?” A man’s voice pulled you out of a small trance, and you only blinked your eyes a few times, smiling at the young man.
“About you, about us.” You answered truthfully, which made the boy only chuckle.
“I see.”
Ritsuka was a really cute boy; he had so many qualities you loved; he kept making your face blush warmly and your belly tingle pleasantly. Your boyfriend was always honest and helpful, he was always there when you needed support or conversation. He never got angry and instead carefully explained your mistakes and ill-considered decisions. He was intelligent, talented, conscientious, and always tried to make your relationship flourish. He didn’t have much savings, but he loved to buy you a flower or your favorite cookies from time to time.
“... I don’t like changes and I don’t know anything about colors...” A calm song echoed through the small room, and you lifted your head to look at the seventeen-year-old. His soft, but also uncertain voice was really penetrating. “It’s good that I have you. Do everything as you want... You know me well enough – I wish it stayed as it is.” He added a little more confidently, and you immediately straightened your back.
Your loving gaze was now focused only on his parted lips, small nose, shining eyes, ruddy cheeks and sometimes fingers holding a guitar.
“Breath, hair, touch at night. And how do you know so much? Do you stray or do you have a goal?” He smiled hesitantly, and you returned the smile, making the teenager gain confidence. “Where you go, take me along. The only thing I want is to have a view on your day...” He finished singing and the guitar stopped. “I don’t have the whole song written down yet, but I was thinking of you when I wrote it...” He admitted, and you, touched by his words, only moved closer to the black-haired male, inhaling his sweet scent.
Your hearts were beating in unison now.
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