"No, no, use you ring finger! You know what? just move your hand." Jounochi poised his hands on the keyboard and looked Kaiba in the eyes. "Look, are you looking?"
Kaiba nodded. Jounochi's fingers danced from key to key, in tempo with the metronome sitting on the top of the grand piano in the Kaiba living room.
Kaiba was watching Jounochi's finger work. Not studying the movements like he was supposed to be, but studying the sight. Jounochi's fingers were calloused, hard working hands. The hands of an idiot, even. But they seemed perfectly at home on those smooth, ivory keys.
When Jounochi played, he shed his harsh exterior for something more gentle. His hyperactive personality settled elsewhere; it was as if the piano took those things away from him when his fingertips touched the keys.
Kaiba watched Jounochi, unable to look away as usual. It was impossible. Jounochi, despite the under-eye circles forming under the surface of his tanned skin and the bruises on his forearms from one too many schoolyard brawls, looked like an angel to Kaiba. The most strangely beautiful sight he had ever seen in his whole-
"Oi! Kaiba! Were you paying attention to anything I was doing!?" Jounochi narrowed his eyes at his older companion and groaned. "And what the hell're you gawking at?"
Kaiba blinked and turned back toward the keyboard, blood rushing to his cheeks. "Uh, right, so it starts, D, E…"
"No, it starts with- do I have to play it again?"
Kaiba shrugged as Jounochi prepared to play all over again.
But, like clockwork, as soon as the song started, Kaiba became engulfed in the sight of that stupid bastard again.
But he supposed that was okay. He needed a few more minutes of study anyway.