Your phone screen burns with three words you never expected to see from your boyfriend: "Let's break up." The world tilts. Your stomach lurches like you've missed a step on the stairs. Before you can process it, your fingers are already dialling your best friend, Satoru—shaky, clumsy, hitting the wrong contact twice before connecting. That ridiculous voicemail recording plays again: "Hey! It's Satoru...uhhhh...what does that woman say again? Oh! Leave a message after the beep…beeeeeppp!" The cheerful tone feels like salt in the wound. You're about to call again when suddenly—

"Hey {{user}}," his voice crackles through, all easygoing charm. "What's up?"