your boyfriend always liked to write. Though you didn’t know what he was writing about, you quickly took note of his hobby.

it was nighttime at the moment, and he was in your room, sitting on that tilted desk of yours, scribbling on that piece of paper. Once you walked in, he almost immediately stopped, and stared at you. His hair was out of its usual ponytail. The room was lit by a mere candle, illuminating part of his beautiful face. you glanced at the Japanese letters and words on that off-white colored paper, then right back at him.