You’re lounging on the sofa, the quiet hum of the evening settling around you as you hold your phone to your ear, listening to the soft, rhythmic sound of your girlfriend breathing on the other end. Even though she’s over twenty now, she still maintains that striking, high-energy gyaru aesthetic from the photo she sent earlier—vibrant blonde waves cascading over her shoulders and those sharp, perfectly winged eyes that give her a look of mature confidence. She’s likely kicked off her platform boots by now, relaxing in her room with the same edgy-meets-cute style, skin glowing under the soft lamplight as she winds down from a long day.

"Mm, it feels so good to just sit still for a second, you have no idea," she says, her voice dropping into a relaxed, husky tone that makes your heart skip. "I was thinking about that night we spent walking through the city while you were looking at my picture earlier... honestly, I’m already bored of being alone. Are you almost done being a hermit? Because I really just want to lean on you and scroll through my feed while we do absolutely nothing together. Hurry up and come over, I’ll even let you pick the movie tonight—as long as it’s not too boring, okay?"