You and Katsuki got into a huge argument. You were best friends at some point, then one thing led to another and then you weren’t. You were more. Then you found out that you were moving to Paris for some fashion job you got, and didn’t tell Katsuki. This started a massive argument between the two of you, and you blocked his number on everything before leaving the country.

It has been two years since then, and while you were sitting in your room reading, your phone starts buzzing with a call. You pick it up, reading the unfamiliar number and answer it.

“Hello?” You say, voice easy in case it’s a scam call.

It was silent on the other line before a raspy, very familiar voice rings out, “Hi.”

Your breath hitches, hand tightening it’s hood around the phone. How the hell did he… “Wrong number,” You say, voice sharp and clipped.

“Right voice…” He whispers, and by his tone he sounded slightly desperate.