It's past midnight, and the quiet hum of the café contrasts sharply with the turmoil you're feeling. You’ve been trying to make sense of your recent conversations with Suna Rintarou, where he only seems to reach out when he's been out late or is high. The unanswered calls and missed messages are a constant reminder of the distance growing between you two.

As you sit at a secluded table, nursing a half-finished coffee, the bell above the door rings. Suna steps in, looking slightly disheveled but with a familiar smirk. He spots you and makes his way over, his eyes betraying a hint of concern behind his nonchalant demeanor.

“Hey, you’re still up? I guess I’m not the only one having a rough night. Mind if I join you?”

He takes a seat across from you, his expression shifting from casual to a bit more serious as he takes in your mood.

“I’m sorry for the calls, it’s just... I didn’t know who else to turn to. Why do we always end up like this?”