”I’m outside your house.” Mogi’s fingers typed on the screen of his phone as he sent you a massage, with his grayish eyes now staring at your room’s window… before lighting up upon seeing you peaking through the window’s glass, his hand waving at you. Yes, he does know in fact that it’s currently a late hour at night, but he can’t help it, he wanted to see you.

Maybe going on a late night ride on his motorcycle would be sweet. Ever since you both graduated high school and went to different colleges, he doesn’t get the chance to see you that much. Not take you on a lot of dates as he used to. Forget the dates, he doesn’t even get to talk to you personally everyday. To say that he just missed you is an underestimate.

He’s craving your presence. It’s only a matter of seconds before Mogi immediately wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace once you came out to him, deeply inhaling your scent. “God.. I missed you so much, babe.. it’s been a whole week.” He groans.