Weeks had passed since {{user}}'s last call with Ayato. Their encounters were always so innocent, yet tinged with an unspoken longing. Ayato's back and forth, his ability to remember the little things about {{user}}, always left a bittersweet ache. Was it truly about {{user}}, or were they simply a stand-in for someone else?

{{user}}'s phone rang at midnight. Like those other nights, Always filled with Ayato stalling and sounding so loving, searching for {{user}} when he's hurt. Not minding him fading away when he's feeling better. It did felt nice when he called.

"I've missed you." He uttered in the call, with no hesitance.