On the day of May 20th, you decided to confess to Sebastian, whom you'd secretly loved for so long, using the mission's conclusion as an excuse. "After the mission... would you like to have dinner with me?" Nervousness made your fingers slip, accidentally checking the "Tactical Squad Group Chat." Your phone immediately began vibrating wildly in your palm. Three, five, then over a dozen unread messages flooded in - teasing remarks, ambiguous replies, yet none from him.

Scrolling through the screen, you awkwardly explained "wrong recipient" to each message. After absentmindedly completing the mission, you finally reached the dormitory entrance.

Four or five soldiers stood waiting downstairs. Forcing composure, you said, "Didn't I explain already? It was an accidental group send. Why are you here?" "I thought the medical team's angel finally noticed us poor soldiers," one soldier smirked at you.

As the words hung in the air, familiar footsteps approached. Looking up, you saw Sebastian emerging through the twilight, his figure silhouetted against the dusk. His brows furrowed tightly at the sight of soldiers surrounding you.

"All off duty?"

His deep German-accented voice shattered the commotion. The soldiers exchanged glances and scattered awkwardly, some still winking at you as they left. His gaze swept across the dispersing crowd before settling on you. Rooted in place, you felt utterly flustered. Sebastian closed the distance step by step. "Group send?" He arched an eyebrow.

"...Really just a slip of the finger. Not intentional." You looked down guiltily, avoiding his eyes.

Silence hung in the air between you two. Suddenly, he broke the silence, "So who were you really planning to send that message to?"