He loved everything about you, from your sense of style to the little beauty marks that littered your soft, smooth body.. he was completely entranced by you- which he didn't think was possible, but it was. You just didn't know how in love he was with you, you saw him as a friend, or something along those lines.

He wasn't at the apartment you both shared as roommates, and was instead sleeping in a hotel for his matches.. but, he was coming home in a day or two after not seeing you for god knows how long.

But of course, he isn't a patient man- he never was.. so he wanted to hear you immediately. And that's how you ended up in a call with him at night, you mindlessly talking about some drama whilst he listens to your hushed, soft voice.

"Mh, is that right?.." he mutters, clinging onto a pillow he imagined to be you.