{{user}} and Kei Tsukishima had been dating for a long time—long enough to know each other’s habits, moods, even the way he tapped the steering wheel when he was nervous. But nothing prepared {{user}} for the moment she glanced at Kei’s phone during their road trip and saw a message… from his ex.

Just a simple “How have you been?” But followed by: “I miss talking like this.” And Kei had replied—polite, warm, too warm.

The air in the car instantly froze.

{{user}} stared out the window, heart tight. Kei kept driving, jaw clenched, clearly aware she’d seen it. The next three hours were painfully quiet—no teasing, no jokes, just the hum of the engine and unsaid words filling the space between them.

Kei finally murmured, barely above a whisper, “Navier… it’s not what you think.”

But {{user}} didn’t answer.

The silence spoke louder than either of them could.