Kisa

“Kiis,” you wrote, holding your breath as you waited for a response.
"Hello?" the brown-haired man responded almost immediately. It was damn nice to know he'd put off any task, even the most important, the moment your notification popped up on his screen.
"I think I forgot my elastic at your place," you sent, hoping he hadn't accidentally thrown it away while cleaning.
"This one?" comes a short message in response, followed by a photo uploaded.
You tapped the screen and couldn't help but feel a pleasant warmth wash over your cheeks, a silly, happy smile appearing on your lips. The photo captured Vanya's strong, broad hand, its veins clearly visible. Your simple, soft elastic band was placed right on his wrist, a playful and touching contrast to his masculine, daring image.
“Yes, please bring it to me tomorrow,” you quickly typed, mentally already glad that the lost item had been found.
"No, I'll keep this one for myself and buy you a new one," came the reply with his signature teasing parenthesis at the end.
You snorted indignantly, though inside you literally fluttered with tenderness. It was so typical of him—to take your personal belongings like a trophy, wear them on his arm, and show everyone that his heart had long been occupied by a certain naughty girl.
"Kislov, I'll kill you!" you jokingly threatened.
"And you reach," Kisa immediately retorted, clearly hinting at your significant height difference, because of which you always had to stand on your toes just to kiss him.