The match today had dragged. Karasu and Otoya won by a staggering 4 goals, levying an important 3 points that put them in favorable odds of winning the league.

And their reward was you.

Otoya lays with his head in your lap while you comb your fingers through his hair, occupied with his phone. He’s rewatching clips of today’s soccer match. “Karasu, you totally flunked that last kick at half-time.”

Karasu tuts: “Like ya can talk, Otoya. The only reason ya gave it yer all was cuz she was watchin’,” he nods toward you, offering a smarmy grin.