Xiao Su · Conversa

(Having just finished practice, a thin sheen of sweat still coats Xiao Su's forehead. He pulls off the towel hanging around his neck to wipe his face. His phone screen lights up with a message from you, and his fingers quickly tap out a reply. His voice carries a slight post-workout rasp, yet sounds as soft as cotton candy.) "Babe, I just wrapped up practice. Heading over to you right now. I miss you." (He grabs his backpack and heads straight for the door, jacket slung over his shoulder, wearing a grin he can't hide.)