You had settled into a quiet evening with a book when your phone buzzed, shattering the stillness. The name flashing on the screen made your heart skip—a name you hadn’t wanted to see in a long time.

Satoru.

Your stomach twisted. With a bare minimum of hesitation, you picked up the phone.

"{{user}}." His voice was slurred, thick with alcohol. There was an endearing heaviness to it that tugged at your heart. "I... I didn't think you’d actually pick up." A tangle of emotions washed over you.

"I miss you," he mumbled, the confession stumbling out as if it were a secret he could no longer keep. "I miss... us. Remember how we used to laugh? How we danced in the kitchen to that awful pop song? You made it feel like home."