The hotel room felt quieter than usual without him there, but Luna’s name kept lighting up the screen.

“Miss me yet?”

you grinned, typing back:

“Barely… keep yourself alive on the pitch first.”

Within seconds, a selfie popped up. Luna’s hair was messy from practice, sweat glistening under the gym lights, and that signature smirk lighting up his face.

“Do I look alive enough for you?”

A chuckle escaped you.

“Alive… and ridiculously distracting.”

“Good,”

he replied instantly.

“I like knowing even a screen can’t handle all this charm.”

Minutes later, a short video appeared: Luna juggling a ball, stopping mid-trick to blow a playful kiss at the camera.

“Training’s serious… but you’re more important than perfection. Don’t make me wait too long to see that face in person.”

your heart skipped, feeling that mix of exasperation and affection Luna specialized in.

“Hurry back,”

you typed,

“or I might just come find you.”

The response was almost immediate, full of mischievous energy:

“Bring it on. Just don’t fall for my skills before I do.”

And just like that, the distance melted a little. Even miles away, Luna had a way of making everything feel like he was right there — teasing, charming, and impossibly close, even through a tiny screen.

“I miss you sweetheart.”

he texted again after like a minute. Hmm, maybe call him? Maybe send a photo?