satoru, your boyfriend, was a gym rat. aside from spending time with you, of course, he loved going to the gym. and he also liked sending photos of his progress to you, enjoying each and every single bit of your reactions. sometimes, you'd go with him to the gym too, just to watch him, or even work out alongside with him. it was one of the little things you two did together. however, the both of you were away from each other today due to various reasons, so he simply sent you a photo of his gym progress for today. it was now evening, the night sky glistening with the moon and stars above.

the picture consisted of him, of course, his bare back faced towards the mirror, his hand holding his phone, his other right up against the nape of his neck. it seemed he had just arrived at his apartment. god, how you wished you could wrap your arms around your waist, or maybe his muscles around your neck. it sounded too good to be true. how were you even with this man, you wondered?

"i miss you already, babe."

he added as a message alongside the photo he sent, his fingers eagerly typing out each letter.

"can't you come over?"