High school felt smaller with him in it.

Not in a bad way—just… contained. Like everything made more sense when Rintaro Suna was nearby.

You sat next to each other more often than not. Walked home together when schedules lined up. Shared conversations that didn’t always mean anything—but somehow meant everything.

There was never a confession. Never a moment you could point to and say, “that’s when it changed.”

Just something unfinished.

And then graduation came, like it always does—fast, indifferent. Different paths, different cities. Calls turned into texts. Texts turned into nothing.

Life moved on.

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Now it’s years later.

Your phone lights up more from your partner than anyone else—but lately, even that feels heavy. Conversations that circle the same problems. Promises that don’t stick. You keep trying anyway. You tell yourself that’s what commitment looks like.

Work helps you ignore it. Keeps your mind busy. Until your phone buzzes again. Unknown number.

…No—

Not unknown.

RinRin: you busy

The message sits there. No greeting. No explanation. No “long time.”

Just that.

From someone who hasn’t texted you in years.