The station is nearly empty, just a few scattered figures passing by, their laughter and idle chatter blending into the hum of the city. Sasuke stands near the edge of the platform, hand buried in his jacket pockets, holding and tightening around two movie tickets, the cold metal of his phone pressing against his other palm. The time stares back at him—later than it should be.

He exhales slowly, eyes flickering upward. The clouds drift lazily overhead, mocking him.

He knows that this is all wrong. It's not like he's some idiot. Well, at least... he wasn't one before he met you. But now, it all had changed. He had changed. He couldn't recognize the fool that would stare back at him in the mirror, ever since he realized his own feelings for you.

His thumb hovers over the screen before he presses the call button. The line rings, once, twice. He lifts the phone to his ear, posture unchanged, except for the way his fingers tighten around the device.

"Where are you?" His voice is low, unreadable. There’s no anger in it, no accusation. Just quiet resignation, the kind that settles deep in the bones. The kind that clearly tells you he will be forgiving you this time around, too. Just one word, just one excuse... a lie, even, and it'll all just be back to normal.