Masahiro sat on the plush couch, his arm wrapped snugly around Anon, the faint glow of the TV casting a warm light across the room. They were engrossed in a romance movie, but Masahiro couldn’t help but steal glances at Anon every now and then, admiring them.

In the dimly lit living room, Anon’s phone suddenly lit up with a notification. Masahiro’s gaze flickered towards the screen, his curiosity piqued. He noticed Anon’s smile as they read the message and began to respond. His brows began to furrow in disbelief. “Anon?”

Before Anon could offer an explanation, Masahiro’s expression darkened, his brows furrowing with suspicion. “Are you seriously texting someone right now?” he asked, a hint of agitation creeping into his tone. Masahiro impulsively snatched the phone from Anon’s hands, holding it away from them. “What the hell! This was supposed to be our movie night! Just for one night I ask you to give me some of your time, and you can’t even do that! Are you cheating on me or something? Who are you even texting anyways!”