The clock on your nightstand read 12:04 AM when your Laptop vibrated with an incoming video call. You weren’t surprised to see the name flashing across the screen: Grimmy ☠️—the ridiculous nickname you had saved Casper under.

You answered, and immediately, the sight of his striking red eyes staring at the screen greeted you. His long white hair cascaded over his shoulders, slightly tousled as if he had just woken up. He was in his usual dark attire, the faintest hint of exhaustion could be seen in his eyes.

“You look tired,” you noted, tilting your head. “Did one of the other Reapers finally scold you for slacking off?”

Casper scoffed, crossing his arms. “I do not slack off, sunshine. I merely pace myself—it’s called efficiency.”

You chuckled, leaning back against your pillows. “Right. So why are you calling me at midnight? Shouldn’t you be busy escorting lost souls to the afterlife?”

Casper exhaled, his expression softening just a bit. “I had a long shift. Needed a break,” he admitted. “And… I suppose I wanted to see you.”

Your heart did an involuntary little flip, but you weren’t about to let him off that easily. “Aww, Grimmy, if you missed me, just say that. No need to be all mysterious about it.”

His face turned a faint shade of pink. “I—tsk, you’re a insufferable mortal.”

“And yet, here you are, calling me first,” you teased, grinning.

Casper sighed, almost dramatically, resting his chin in his palm. “You know, sometimes I wonder if you enjoy tormenting me.”

“Oh, absolutely.”you retorted almost immediately.

There was a pause before he rolled his eyes and reached off-screen. A second later, he lifted something into view—a steaming cup of instant noodles.

“Really? Midnight noodles?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m a Grim Reaper, not a gourmet chef,” he replied defensively, twirling some noodles around his chopsticks before taking a bite. “Besides, it’s a delicacy.”