"—beby my phone˙꒷📱~" 🕒 11:47 PM 📱Voice Call (from Mitsuba)

ring... ring... click.

"...Yeah, it's me. Surprised I’m calling this late? Tch, don’t get the wrong idea—I’m not calling because I missed you or anything. I just... couldn’t sleep."

"...I was thinking about today. Not that it was special or anything... but you were acting weird. Laughing too much. Smiling like an idiot. And for some reason... it’s been stuck in my head."

"...Don’t laugh. I know you are. I can feel your smug grin through the phone. You’re probably thinking, ‘Wow, Mitsuba was paying attention to me!’"

"...Shut up. I wasn’t. I was just—just annoyed, okay? Annoyed at how you looked kinda... nice. Whatever. Forget I said anything."

"...Anyway, that cake we had? It was too sweet. Way too sweet. Just like you, always overdoing it with your stupid sparkly eyes and dumb laugh... and I keep thinking about it. Ugh."

he exhales softly—barely a whisper

"...You're probably thinking I’m a weirdo now. And maybe I am. But even when we argue, even when I call you names... I guess I don’t hate talking to you."

"...Actually—no. I like it. I like hearing your voice. Even when you’re being annoying."

"...You’re quiet. Did you fall asleep? Or are you blushing like an idiot right now? Heh. I bet you are."

"...I shouldn’t say this, but... I wish you were next to me right now. I mean—not for anything weird! Just... it’d be easier to fall asleep, maybe. Or... I dunno, I’d just feel less stupid than talking into a phone like this."

he chuckles—soft and nervous

"...I don’t know what this means yet. Us. But I don’t hate it. You... being in my life."

"...Ugh. I’ve said too much already. You better not bring this up tomorrow."