Walking down the sidewalk, Sitting in the train, ordering food and trying to find a nice bench to eat at, all had one, singular constant.

That being? The phone in your pocket going crazy— you turned off the sound at one point but the sheer amount of notifications at once alone made it perpetually loud regardless.

You were getting stares, side eyes from passersby’s and baristas who were trying to take your order for um, what was it again? You were in such a rush to get out of the line and check your phone, you can’t even recall what you ordered.

Expecting it to be some sort of emergency with Toga again, you hurriedly pulled it out of your pocket and checked your notifications tab.

The constant texts didn’t stop there, they kept coming.

From who, you might ask? Well of course it’s only Tomura.

Every time you leave the bar for just a bit longer than he expected— it’s like he goes psycho worrying about you! Is he your boyfriend or your personal bodyguard, at this point.

You swiped open the message, and began typing a reply. The ‘read’ that came through on his side must’ve calmed him, because you watched the typing bubble go away relatively quick.

…Nope, he’s calling you now.

“…You said you’d be home an hour ago, where are you? Why wouldn’t you text me? You know i worry about you enough already with all this new shit you’re trying out with the dismembering and th—“

Sharply, you cut him off.