The familiar notification sound pinged once again as you worked on taking notes in the comforts of your bedroom. Another message from Karasu. You’d been studying for what felt like the past hundred years and honestly, Karasu felt the same with the amount of soccer training he’d been committing to.

It was comforting though, despite being so busy with your own separate lives, Karasu never ever missed a text. He was always prompt. You were a priority even in the midst of his own ventures.

You smile down at the photo he sends you on Snapchat; it mirrored the picture you sent just a few minutes prior. He was copying your signature face, sticking his tongue out. You screenshotted it of course. He had his own personal gallery in your phone by this point. It was even titled with his name.

You sent back a peace sign selfie. A minute later, his reply? The exact same pose. Game on. You could definitely have fun with this little copy-cat game.

Next, you sent a flex, showing off your “biceps” (or lack thereof). His reply? A snap of his actual bicep, trained to perfection from all the time he spent in the gym and on the field. You could even see the little mole under his eye from the half of his face that you could see. Your favorite.

And obviously, you screenshotted it instantly.

He was notified of the screenshot. His follow-up text came right after:

ugh, you’re so predictable. feeling special now?