Shoei: You up?

The time was 1:47 AM.

He's not quite sure what good texting you—of all people—this late would be to him. You were an admirer, someone who was frequently in his DMs, yet he responded anyway to your unwavering enthusiasm which never faltered even at midnights.

However, you were always there. It became a routine to talk to you even if he claimed to feel nothing for you. And you knew that—he responded with the most vague and blunt replies, sometimes he left you on read.

Maybe this time, Shoei could be a little more selfish and use this to his advantage. So he did, grabbing his phone, pressing your number, entering a message, and sending it.