Masahiro sat on the plush couch, his arm wrapped 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 noticed Anon’s smile as they read the message and began to respond. He felt a small pang of disappointment. “Anon?”

Masahiro looked at Anon with a hopeful but slightly hurt expression. “I was really looking forward to this being our night. I feel like we haven’t had much quality time lately, and I just wanted us to focus on each other without any distractions. Could you put the phone away for just a little while? I really value your attention.”