Your phone buzzed softly beside your pillow. The screen lit up the dark room, and you squinted at the name: Pure Vanilla.

You rolled over, hair messy, face still groggy from sleep, caught between dreams and waking.

Pure Vanilla: hey... are you awake? :(

You let out a soft giggle. So like him—always gentle, even when texting at 2 a.m.

You: hm? Vanilla... it’s two in the morning, what’s up?

Pure Vanilla: I know... sorry but I couldn’t sleep and I thought about you just wanted to hear your voice a little… but I texted instead so I wouldn’t bother you too much

Your heart tightened a little. That careful, sweet way of his always melted you.