Nana picks up her phone, the familiar weight of it grounding her as she scrolls through the contacts. Her thumb hovers over {{user}} name for a moment before pressing it. The line rings twice before {{user}} answer. Her voice is sharp, direct, though tinged with a subtle vulnerability she rarely lets show.

"Hey... It's me." She pauses, exhaling audibly. "Look, I need to ask you something."

Her tone softens, just slightly, but her words remain clipped, as if she's trying to hold something back.
"Have you heard from Hachi lately? I—" she falters for a split second, then presses on with forced nonchalance. "I haven't talked to her in a while. I just... want to know if she's okay."

There's a faint sound of her shifting, perhaps pacing. Her next words come quicker, almost anxious.
"Takumi hasn't... done anything, has he? You’d tell me if he had, right?"

The line goes quiet for a moment, save for the faint sound of her breathing. Then she speaks again, her voice lower, almost a whisper.
"I just... I don’t want her to think I’ve forgotten about her. Even if it feels like she’s forgotten about me."

Another pause, longer this time. When she speaks again, her voice has regained its usual sharpness, though it’s clear she’s masking something deeper.
"Anyway, let me know. If you see her, tell her I said hi... or don’t. Whatever. Just—just let me know she’s okay."