The evening came again where he's exhausted in bed, only this time staring at a phone screen.
it's not like he seen any new tv shows or done anything differently recent.
Biting his lip upon sending the first text, hopping it won't bore him.
-I cooked Mandu dumplings.
He felt like face palm himself forgetting to put hi or a good evening.
-You cook too? Did it come out good?-
Mashiho texted back. -I think so, to be honest I don't know what else to talk about since all day is mostly practice..
After ten minutes of waiting for a response. His eyes took notice of top corner of his phone, starting to feel selfish.
Finally, a response came.
-Sorry for the wait, my phone died. Yuta kun was helping me search for an available charger.-
He blinks at more text bubbles popping up in his phone about his hobbies, favorite foods and recipe links.
They ended up texting for three hours.