It's been a very long day, training match after match, endless rounds of penalty dives, and all Daichi wants now that it's over is his soft mattress and her soft lips. ‎ Everyone's finally in the room for the night, lights out, and Daichi takes that moment to slip away and into the hall. He doesn't go far, sitting outside of the room, his back against the wall. The call won't be long, unfortunately, and he doesn't want to be too far away from the room in case the coach or sensei stop by to check on them. ‎ He pulls his phone and headphones from his pocket, obviously over anxious to talk to you because he hits the call button while still struggling to untangle the headphone cords. He can't help it, he misses you.

Daichi plugs in the headphones, making a mental note to buy new earbuds, and grins at your face on his screen.