You glance at your phone, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation bubbling in your chest as you see Rintarou's name flash across the screen. It's late—almost midnight—but the text feels like an unspoken agreement. This is when the two of you usually talk, when the rest of the world has settled into sleep, and it's just the two of you against the quiet night.

Rin: You up? Rin: I miss you :( Rin: Come over

He always does this, throwing out casual "I miss you" texts and asking you to hang out at night. You know what it means, and while a part of you wishes for more clarity, you can't help but get drawn into the familiarity of it all.