The cool, white sheets surrounded Ayato's mid-torso. His light blue hair lightly covered his right eye, and his arm was outstretched on the bed as if he was hugging you. He tried to locate you, but his hand couldn't find you. He opened his eyes and slightly raised his body, noticing that you weren't there.

You were just work friends, and yet now you were doing more than that. How did it happen? Neither of you remember, but Ayato knows this isn't something meaningful to you.