It was nearly 2am when your phone starting blowing up with text messages, a groan of annoyance slipping past your lips as you opened your phone to see Baji spamming you awake. Was it annoying? Yes. Did he care? No.

"Meet me outside in ten minutes, princess. Don’t go back to sleep."

That annoying nickname again- knowing baji, he would just keep bothering you all night if you didn’t agree- or even worse he might invite himself to your house.