guitar (yosuke x gn! reader)
a/n: here we go, i’ve got a yosuke drabble for y’all (YOSUKE SIMPS COME GET YOUR JUICE)! well, it’s mostly dedicated to my cousin nikki, who’s deadass obsessed with him LMAO. i think this is the longest piece of writing i’ve posted here on tumblr so far (more than 2,000 words, holy shit). i guess i got a little bit carried away with writing it 😅 (fun fact: this was actually supposed to be a bit spicy, as requested by nikki, but it ended up turning into fluff OOPS). again, i apologize if yosuke might sound OOC, but i really tried my best to get his personality right. okay, enough talking, hope y’all like this! :D
reader type: gender neutral
reader specification(s): none
genre(s): fluff, romance
trigger warning(s): none
summary: yosuke, realizing that he’s never going to get better at the guitar if he only teaches himself, decides to get some lessons from you.
word count: 2.5k words
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key:
(e/c) = eye color
(f/c) = favorite color
(f/s) = favorite song
(y/n) = your name
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“Damn it!” At the missed note, Yosuke cursed himself. He thought he had gotten better at playing (F/S) after practicing for the past couple of days. But it was just that one note that always got to him. That one damn note!
Having been a huge music fan his entire life, Yosuke would have thought he would pick up on some musical instrument at some point. Why did he not until now? He had no idea. But at least it was better than not learning one before you had no chance at all, right? And that was why Yosuke decided to go with the guitar.
However, at this point, the brown-haired male realized that maybe teaching himself was not exactly the best idea. Sure, he did get the hang of the guitar a few days after starting his practice. It certainly did not feel like he was improving if he had to be honest.
So that was why Yosuke was currently waiting for you to pick up your phone. Usually, he would have been chill about calling about any person. But this was you we’re talking about. You are the person who manages to make his heartbeat fast without even meaning to, especially when he hears your voice.
You are the person who manages to cover his cheeks with a blush when you look over in his direction.
You are the person who makes his day even better, especially when it has not been good for him.
And the person that Yosuke dreams of asking to be his significant other--
‘WAIT, WHAT?!’
“Hello?”
“Gah!” Yosuke almost dropped his phone the moment you finally picked it up. If there was another thing he should work on (besides the guitar), it was learning not to be so nervous whenever he talked to you. Let alone being around you! He knew he felt this so many times up to the point where the Investigation Team could notice.
Oh God, he could already hear Teddie, Chie, and Rise teasing him! NOOOOOOO--
“Yosuke? You good?” Thank the heavens, your voice over the phone snapped Yosuke out of his trance.
“(Y/N), hey!” he smiled, trying to act like he had been acting completely normal. “Yeah, I’m good. Sorry if I bothered you or anything, but I have a favor to ask you.”
“Oh, not at all!” you reassured him. “You just woke me up from my two-hour nap. I would have slept for much longer had it not been you calling me, so thanks for that!”
Yosuke could only imagine a light pink background behind him and a lovestruck look on his face (What is this? A romance anime?) as he heard your laugh. No matter how many times you say your laugh is horrendous, he would beg to differ.
“Anyways, you said you had a favor?”
“Oh, yeah!” Yosuke grinned. “So do you think maybe you could...give me guitar lessons? I’ve been trying to practice and, well--” he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, “--I don’t think I’m making any improvements.”
“Guitar lessons?” Unbeknownst to Yosuke, you had tilted your head in slight confusion. “Wait, you play guitar?”
“Yeah, I was thinking about learning an instrument for a while and figured I could start with a guitar and go from there,” Yosuke explained. “And so far, you’re the only person I know who can play it professionally, so I thought I could ask you for some help.”
“Professional? Ah, I dunno about that,” you said, chuckling. “I know I only played it for a few years, but would that count as being a professional?”
“Oh, come on, (Y/N). I’ve seen you play multiple times! You’re definitely like a professional at this point!”
That was true. On a few occasions when the entire group got together for a hangout, you would bring your (F/C) guitar and jam out. It was usually songs you loved and knew how to play confidently (without the fear of accidentally messing up, as you would explain it), but everyone did not mind, especially Yosuke (of course).
“You flatter me too much, but thank you!” Yosuke felt pride in his chest for complimenting you. He even gave himself bonus points for the fact that you thanked him for it. A grin grew on his face.
“Anyways, when are you free?” you asked, “I don’t have much to do. So you can pick any day.”
“Is tomorrow fine?” Yosuke asked, crossing his fingers with his free hand.
“Yep, I’m down for that!” you answered.
‘Perfect!’
A few seconds passed of a quick discussion before the two of you said your goodbyes, and Yosuke ended the call. As his eyes lingered on the guitar sitting on his bed, he felt a sense of excitement. He was going to get lessons from you. Private lessons! It was only him that you were teaching, not anyone else! Yosuke just had to let a moment of pride fill him up. He would not let anything terrible happen tomorrow.
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Yosuke knew he was capable of being nervous and flustered, especially when it came to you. But at this point, the level of those emotions was running high now that you were here.
Good Lord, he knew he should not be out here making a big deal out of it. Why was Yosuke treating this hangout as something more than just guitar lessons? If only he knew the answer. One thing was for sure; he needed to calm his ass down before he made a complete fool of himself. And if Yosuke had to tell himself multiple times that it was you giving him (private) guitar lessons, then so be it.
The brown-haired male took the time to pull out the pile of songs he had attempted to play but failed miserably. To him, anyways. “Here,” Yosuke said, giving them to you as soon as you took your guitar out of your case, “I only played the ones that I figured would be much easier.”
“No worries! I’ll teach them in the best way I can,” you reassured Yosuke, giving him a grin (Aaaand here goes his heart beating again. When will you ever realize you are so damn cute?!). Taking the papers from him, you looked through each of the sheets. At each song that you recognized, you nodded, as if saying, “Ahh, I heard this before!”.
Was Yosuke even supposed to be feeling embarrassed? It was true that he could have gone for any song, especially his favorite ones. Yet here he was, deciding that the moment he bought his guitar, he would learn your favorite songs. Again, another question that he could not answer.
“Are these all my faves?” you chuckled, looking back up at Yosuke once you finished looking over the songs. You had to bite the insides of your cheeks to prevent turning those chuckles into laughter when he blushed.
“Yeah, they are,” Yosuke nodded, “I just thought it would be easier for you to teach me songs that you know. Does that sound stupid?”
“No, not at all!” you smiled.
‘Score!’
“You can pick the one you wanna start with first,” you said, giving Yosuke the pile of papers back to him. Then you turned to grab your guitar and sat down on his bed. “Unless you want me to pick, then I can do just that,” you winked.
‘Holy shit, another score!’
‘But you did nothing yet! How can you give yourself another score?!’
‘SHUT UP!’
While you did have a pile of songs to work with for this session, you knew that it would take a long time for Yosuke to get the hang of playing at least one of them confidently. It was understandable, however. You remember not being confident in playing at least one song when you started. It did not matter how much you have improved on your notes; the confidence was just not there yet.
So for the next few hours, you did your best to explain how to reach every note correctly, showed Yosuke how to improve on the parts he was having difficulty with, etc. You were not exactly sure if you were a good teacher, considering how you have never taught anyone the guitar before now, but luckily he seemed to be getting the hang of it. Yosuke seemed quite happy at the improvements that he made little by little.
After a while, the both of you eventually decided to take a small break and let your hands rest.
“Man, I feel like I improved a lot compared to before!” Yosuke stretched up his arms, having placed his guitar back on his bed. “I gotta thank you for that, (Y/N)!” he grinned brightly at you.
“Of course,” you nodded, “Happy to help!”
Then all of a sudden, Yosuke felt a bolt of determination in him. He did not know how it happened or why it happened. All he knew was that eventually, he said, “Oh yeah! Listen, (Y/N), is it alright if we talk for a bit?”
It was finally time, he thought to himself. It had been months of hiding how he felt and ignoring the advice of his friends to stop ignoring his feelings. Yosuke decided that he would confess right then and there. If he did not, then he would never get rid of the weight off his chest, and (God forbid this happen) you would eventually find someone else to love. Yosuke could not let that happen! Hell no!
“Sure,” you answered, snapping Yosuke out of his thoughts (Oh yeah, and he also needed to work on slipping into a daydream where he could not hear anyone else).
Oh, Jesus Christ, Yosuke could not handle your (E/C) eyes on him. Somehow, it was almost as if the determination he had seconds ago had vanished, and he was back to being nervous again. Should he back down? Just say forget it, and he will tell you next time? Or if he could, should he dash out of his room and forget he even said that in the first place?
‘NO! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING?!’
Before you could get his attention again, Yosuke shook his head. “Sorry about that. Was I spacing out?”
“You kinda were, but it’s fine,” you reassured him.
Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Okay, you can do this! There is no turning back!
“Okay, listen,” Yosuke began. “I have no idea how to bring this up without being awkward, but I might as well say it right now. I like you!”
‘You did it, holy shit!’
He watched as your (E/C) eyes widened in shock. Nothing came out of your mouth just yet, but Yosuke was already getting worried about your reaction. He had to remind himself to continue, anyway. “I know it’s sudden. But I had a crush on you for a long time; I figured it was best to not tell you. And I mean, you probably used to see the looks from the others. You know, when they give me those weird looks? Argh, how do I explain them?”
Now that you thought about it, you did remember the facial expressions on some of the Investigation Team members when they stole glances at Yosuke. Although, you had no idea how to explain them, either.
“Yeah, never mind that. The point is, is that, well. Oh God, this might sound so cliche, but I think you’re an amazing person. I know I had crushes in the past. I guess they never made me feel like this like you did. And well? One of the only reasons why I decided to pick up the guitar is so I can get even closer to you.”
Somehow, this felt like it was going worse than Yosuke thought it would. And he did not even give you a chance to respond just yet! Either that, or he was overreacting.
“But I mean, honestly. (Y/N), if you decide to turn me down, that’s fine. It’s not like I was expecting you to like me back. As I said, I just wanted to get this off my chest.”
Yosuke looked down in slight embarrassment and hurt, refusing to look you in the eyes. As much as he hated to hear it, he was ready for you to reject his confession. And then awkwardness will fill the air as you decide it is best to leave, and Yosuke will find himself alone in his room. He was not one to cry often, but he could almost feel the waterworks preparing to turn on. How was his friendship with you going to end up after this?
What if you decide to distance yourself from him due to the tension?
What if you eventually become a stranger to him and the rest of the Investigation Team--
“What are you saying?”
‘Huh?’
Yosuke looked up to see you smiling slightly. “Do you realize how I feel right now? I honestly have no idea if anyone else in our friend group has also noticed this, but I like you too!”
‘Really?’ He thought in slight disappointment, ‘Well, I figured. If you want to consider confessing to him, I guess I could help if you need--’
‘HOLD UP, WHAT?!’
Then his eyes widened in shock at what you had just said. “Y-You do?!”
Holy shit, was this a dream? He refused to believe this was real. There was no way this was happening. If anything, Yosuke was almost planning to pinch himself as hard as he could so he could wake up.
That was when you threw yourself onto him and engulfed him in a hug. Yosuke knew that while you were not an affectionate person towards your friends, you were more than capable of giving them a hug when you wanted to. But even still, feeling your arms around him sent butterflies in his stomach, as usual.
You looked up towards him. “Of course, I do!” you smiled, answering his question prior. “I just thought you liked someone else or had no interest in dating someone at all.”
“Oh wow,” Yosuke had no idea what to say at this point. He had so many things he wanted to say but did not know how to word them. “Seems like we both had a crush on each other without knowing it. I guess these private guitar lessons were the perfect opportunity to confess, huh?”
“Maybe.” you snickered.
Yosuke smiled, wrapping his arms around yours so he could finally hug you back. The two of you remained in that position for a few seconds, embracing the warm feelings in your chests, before he pulled away. “So I guess this would also be the perfect opportunity for me to ask, will you be my (s/o)?” he said, a smirk pulling at his lips.
“Hell yeah, of course, I will,” you said before leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek. In return, Yosuke pulled you back to his chest, your face now buried into it. There were no plans on letting you go anytime soon; he just wanted to hold you in his arms.
It is safe to say that those guitar lessons he asked for were worth it.
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