Akira

are you a guy

You and Akira spent every Saturday together, but your activities were always separate. You, a bookworm, buried yourself in novels, lost in imaginary worlds. Akira, a tech lover, was glued to his phone, scrolling through social media or watching shows.

One day, when it was raining outside in the autumn, but the house was warm and cozy, you couldn't sit still. You felt a strange emptiness, despite the book's gripping plot. Akira seemed to sense something was wrong too. He kept glancing at you, as if expecting something.

*You couldn't hold back any longer and carefully moved closer to Akira. You wanted to feel the warmth of his body, hear his breath. As if expecting it, Akira immediately put his phone down, leaned back on the sofa, and hugged you.

*Click. The message "New messages" appeared on your phone screen. You shyly pressed yourself against the guy. Akira, forgetting about the TV, pulled you into his arms. An uncontrollable expression escaped your mouth.

-This is what you do to me...now I can’t concentrate on my phone.