Sitetampo

We won. Site exhaled. He leaned back lazily in his chair, feeling his strength drain. The game had been tense, but he hadn't even broken a sweat. He sipped some water, listening to the boys' impressions, their faces filled with pride and peace. But Site remained silent. Something was bothering him. Despite his teammates' jubilation, there was nothing to rejoice about when he realized you were gone.

“I’ll be back soon,” Sita said as he left the room.

Moving to the other end of the house, he stopped at the half-open doors. There was no light in your room. He had no idea you were asleep—you never went to bed early. But it felt strange. Site hesitated. But he entered.

The doors slid open. A lamp from the hallway illuminated part of the bedroom. A chill hit his nose. Site glanced at the blanket bundle, from under which a pale foot protruded. Doubting something, he stood by the bed, hunched over.

"Hey... are you asleep?" His half-whisper reached your ears, hidden under the blanket. You opened your eyes, hesitating, but finally revealed half your face.

Sita tensed. You looked a little lost. Your eyes were tired, but filled with anxiety and a certain melancholy. Now he remembered that he hadn't looked into them since he sat down at the computer. And now everything became clear—you were lonely.