PRESS X ━ KENMA KOZUME

THREE - SINGING GOD SEMI

Arriving at your new place, you couldn't help but let out a small sigh at your unfurnished tiny apartment room. You were finally here at home--your new tiny and humble apartment room--and it was a bit nerve-wracking, considering you weren’t reliant on your parents anymore. Rolling your sleeves up, you started unpacking your belongings--not that there was even much you brought over.

The plan was to meet Semi at eight, so while you began setting up your apartment, you made sure to keep a mental note to check the time. You were beyond excited to see your friend, knowing your surprise was only hours away.

Semi Eita was the producer and the main guitarist in the band ‘XOXO’. Since their debut, you’ve been a huge fan and supporter of their music, especially Semi’s astonishing guitar skills. It’s been a few months since the group has been posting music, but even so, you’ve been with Semi and his guitar journey since he was 12.

Around 7:50, you began making your way over to Semi’s apartment room, feeling a large smile creep on your lips as you thought of various ways to say hi to him. You knocked on the door lightly, prepared and ready to jump into his arms to tackle him on to his floor.

The moment the door creaked open, you were met with your friend’s familiar soft smile. Jumping into his shaky arms, you, unfortunately, did not tackle him on to his floor.

“Woah there buddy, haha,” he chuckled lightly as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. “I missed you.”

“Ugh, I love you,” you sighed gently, removing yourself from him as you entered his cozy room. The male scrunched his nose playfully at your cringy 'I love you' before following after you, closing the door as he guided you over to his sofa. Semi couldn’t help but laugh at your dorkish expression. 

“So what do you want, hm?”

“Give me that lick!” you laughed playfully as you started making groping motions with your hands. Semi rolled his eyes as a small smirk came on to his lips.

“Alright, alright, wait a sec’.” The guitarist made his way over to his room to retrieve his guitar. Staring at his many options, he yelled for your opinion. “Y/N! NYLON OR STEEL?”

Hearing him from the living room, you responded back with a yell. “NYLON!”
The boy chuckled lightly to himself as he grabbed his acoustic nylon, making his way over to you. “Instead of a lick, how about a good ass riff?”

“Ohhhh,” you responded in a flabbergasted tone, raising your brows. “Spoiling me, eh?”

“Maybe,” he chuckled, “I suppose I’ll serenade you.”

“What a convincing way to seduce me,” you laughed, clapping your hands slowly as you stared eagerly at his guitar. “Serenade me, Eita.”

“Of course of course.” The sandy-blond male began to pick at a few strings before playing the riff he had created once in the past. Your eyes widened at the impressive performance as you clapped your hands lightly to the notes--you loved how effortlessly and beautifully Semi played his guitar. “So how was it, hm?”

“Amazing, just fucking amazing.”

He rolled his eyes before putting down his guitar. “You really mean it?”

“Of freaking course,” you laughed, “but you know why I’m especially here?”

“To see me-”

“No.”

“Wow~” he laughed, nudging your shoulder a bit. “Rude, much?”

“Now give me ‘not you tonight’, please?”