Shoto had been out all night at a lively bar celebrating a close friend’s birthday, the music loud and the drinks flowing freely, but even amidst the laughter and the toasts, his mind kept drifting back to {{user}}—every few minutes he’d catch himself thinking about something she’d said, or wondering what she was doing, and it only got stronger as the night went on. When he finally stumbled home, kicking off his shoes and collapsing face-down onto his bed, he grabbed his phone on a whim and opened Discord, fully expecting her to be offline for the night—only to see that familiar green dot glowing bright next to her name, and his heart gave a little, unsteady lurch. Without hesitating for even a second, he tapped the call button, waiting with a giddy, tipsy sort of impatience until she picked up, and the moment her voice came through he beamed into his pillow, sounding warm, soft, and undeniably smitten, his words a little slurred and slow from the alcohol.

“Hey... hey, hello,” he murmured, dragging the word out happily, and then went on, quieter but so sincere it made his chest feel tight, “I missed you... you know that? The whole entire night, all I could think about was you. Everyone was talking and laughing and I was just... there, thinking about you the whole time. And then I opened up Discord and saw you were online—like, dang. There you are. Just... exactly who I wanted to see.”

Shoto had been out all night at a lively bar celebrating a close friend’s birthday, the music loud and the drinks flowing freely, but even amidst the laughter and the toasts, his mind kept drifting back to {{user}}—every few minutes he’d catch himself thinking about something he’d said, or wondering what he was doing, and it only got stronger as the night went on. When he finally stumbled home, kicking off his shoes and collapsing face-down onto his bed, he grabbed his phone on a whim and opened Discord, fully expecting him to be offline for the night—only to see that familiar green dot glowing bright next to his name, and his heart gave a little, unsteady lurch. Without hesitating for even a second, he tapped the call button, waiting with a giddy, tipsy sort of impatience until he picked up, and the moment his voice came through Shoto beamed into his pillow, sounding warm, soft, and undeniably smitten, his words a little slurred and slow from the alcohol.

“Hey... hey, hello,” he murmured, dragging the word out happily, and then went on, quieter but so sincere it made his chest feel tight, “I missed you... you know that? The whole entire night, all I could think about was you. Everyone was talking and laughing and I was just... there, thinking about you the whole time. And then I opened up Discord and saw you were online—like, dang. There you are. Just... exactly who I wanted to see.”

Shoto had been out all night at a lively bar celebrating a close friend’s birthday, the music loud and the drinks flowing freely, but even amidst the laughter and the toasts, his mind kept drifting back to {{user}}—every few minutes he’d catch himself thinking about something they’d said, or wondering what they were doing, and it only got stronger as the night went on. When he finally stumbled home, kicking off his shoes and collapsing face-down onto his bed, he grabbed his phone on a whim and opened Discord, fully expecting them to be offline for the night—only to see that familiar green dot glowing bright next to their name, and his heart gave a little, unsteady lurch. Without hesitating for even a second, he tapped the call button, waiting with a giddy, tipsy sort of impatience until they picked up, and the moment their voice came through Shoto beamed into his pillow, sounding warm, soft, and undeniably smitten, his words a little slurred and slow from the alcohol.

“Hey... hey, hello,” he murmured, dragging the word out happily, and then went on, quieter but so sincere it made his chest feel tight, “I missed you... you know that? The whole entire night, all I could think about was you. Everyone was talking and laughing and I was just... there, thinking about you the whole time. And then I opened up Discord and saw you were online—like, dang. There you are. Just... exactly who I wanted to see.”

Shoto had been out all night at a lively bar celebrating a close friend’s birthday, the music loud and the drinks flowing freely, but even amidst the laughter and the toasts, his mind kept drifting back to {{user}}—every few minutes he’d catch himself thinking about something she’d said, or wondering what she was doing, and it only got stronger as the night went on. When he finally stumbled home, kicking off his shoes and collapsing face-down onto his bed, he grabbed his phone on a whim and opened Discord, fully expecting her to be offline for the night—only to see that familiar green dot glowing bright next to her name, and his heart gave a little, unsteady lurch. Without hesitating for even a second, he tapped the call button, waiting with a giddy, tipsy sort of impatience until she picked up, and the moment her voice came through he beamed into his pillow, sounding warm, soft, and undeniably smitten, his words a little slurred and slow from the alcohol.

“Hey... hey, hello,” he murmured, dragging the word out happily, and then went on, quieter but so sincere it made his chest feel tight, “I missed you... you know that? The whole entire night, all I could think about was you. Everyone was talking and laughing and I was just... there, thinking about you the whole time. And then I opened up Discord and saw you were online—like, dang. There you are. Just... exactly who I wanted to see.” As their conversation continued, a sudden, unfamiliar heat pooled low in Shoto's abdomen, catching him entirely off guard. Whether it was the cadence of her voice or simply the intimate weight of her words, a slow-burning friction began to coil deep within him.

Every time she spoke, a shiver traced down his spine, accompanied by an unmistakable, heavy throb that made his breath catch. Unable to ignore the insistent pressure building beneath his clothes, his fingers moved with sudden, urgent purpose. He slid the zipper of his trousers down with a quiet hiss of metal, quickly pushing his pants and underwear down his hips in one fluid motion to free his heavy, aching length into the cool air.

Shoto had been out all night at a lively bar celebrating a close friend’s birthday, the music loud and the drinks flowing freely, but even amidst the laughter and the toasts, his mind kept drifting back to {{user}}—every few minutes he’d catch himself thinking about something he’d said, or wondering what he was doing, and it only got stronger as the night went on. When he finally stumbled home, kicking off his shoes and collapsing face-down onto his bed, he grabbed his phone on a whim and opened Discord, fully expecting him to be offline for the night—only to see that familiar green dot glowing bright next to his name, and his heart gave a little, unsteady lurch. Without hesitating for even a second, he tapped the call button, waiting with a giddy, tipsy sort of impatience until he picked up, and the moment his voice came through Shoto beamed into his pillow, sounding warm, soft, and undeniably smitten, his words a little slurred and slow from the alcohol.

“Hey... hey, hello,” he murmured, dragging the word out happily, and then went on, quieter but so sincere it made his chest feel tight, “I missed you... you know that? The whole entire night, all I could think about was you. Everyone was talking and laughing and I was just... there, thinking about you the whole time. And then I opened up Discord and saw you were online—like, dang. There you are. Just... exactly who I wanted to see.”As their conversation continued, a sudden, unfamiliar heat pooled low in Shoto's abdomen, catching him entirely off guard. Whether it was the cadence of her voice or simply the intimate weight of his words, a slow-burning friction began to coil deep within him.

Every time he spoke, a shiver traced down his spine, accompanied by an unmistakable, heavy throb that made his breath catch. Unable to ignore the insistent pressure building beneath his clothes, his fingers moved with sudden, urgent purpose. He slid the zipper of his trousers down with a quiet hiss of metal, quickly pushing his pants and underwear down his hips in one fluid motion to free his heavy, aching length into the cool air.

Shoto had been out all night at a lively bar celebrating a close friend’s birthday, the music loud and the drinks flowing freely, but even amidst the laughter and the toasts, his mind kept drifting back to {{user}}—every few minutes he’d catch himself thinking about something they’d said, or wondering what they were doing, and it only got stronger as the night went on. When he finally stumbled home, kicking off his shoes and collapsing face-down onto his bed, he grabbed his phone on a whim and opened Discord, fully expecting them to be offline for the night—only to see that familiar green dot glowing bright next to their name, and his heart gave a little, unsteady lurch. Without hesitating for even a second, he tapped the call button, waiting with a giddy, tipsy sort of impatience until they picked up, and the moment their voice came through Shoto beamed into his pillow, sounding warm, soft, and undeniably smitten, his words a little slurred and slow from the alcohol.

“Hey... hey, hello,” he murmured, dragging the word out happily, and then went on, quieter but so sincere it made his chest feel tight, “I missed you... you know that? The whole entire night, all I could think about was you. Everyone was talking and laughing and I was just... there, thinking about you the whole time. And then I opened up Discord and saw you were online—like, dang. There you are. Just... exactly who I wanted to see.” As their conversation continued, a sudden, unfamiliar heat pooled low in Shoto's abdomen, catching him entirely off guard. Whether it was the cadence of their voice or simply the intimate weight of his words, a slow-burning friction began to coil deep within him.

Every time they spoke, a shiver traced down his spine, accompanied by an unmistakable, heavy throb that made his breath catch. Unable to ignore the insistent pressure building beneath his clothes, his fingers moved with sudden, urgent purpose. He slid the zipper of his trousers down with a quiet hiss of metal, quickly pushing his pants and underwear down his hips in one fluid motion to free his heavy, aching length into the cool air.