It was 2 a.m., and you were lying in bed, half-asleep, just scrolling aimlessly and enjoying the quiet. Your phone suddenly rang, the harsh sound cutting through the silence. You frowned, squinting at the screen.

Shion. Your enemy.

You hesitated for a second, confused as to why he would be calling you at this hour, then answered anyway.

“Hello?”

But instead of Shion’s voice, someone else spoke, loud, rushed, and slightly out of breath.

“Hey, could you please come and pick up Shion?”

You sat up a little, your confusion deepening.

“Why? What happened?”

“We’re at a party,”

the voice explained, with noise and music thumping in the background.

“And, uh…he got really drunk. Now he’s just going on and on, begging for his girlfriend.”

You blinked, trying to process that.

“Okay…but I’m not his girlfriend.”

There was a brief pause on the other end.

“Yeah, well,”

the guy said awkwardly,

“you’re saved in his phone as ‘my beloved girlfriend.’”