The screen glowed in the dim light of his apartment. Three missed calls. One unread message.

"I know you’re busy, but just wanted to say I miss you. Call me if you can? 🌻"

Navi exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. The clock on his laptop read 1:42 AM—her time. She should be asleep. He should answer. Instead, he stared at the message a little too long, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

Typing… then nothing.

The truth was, he missed her too. More than he’d ever admit. But he wasn’t the type to say it, not like she did—so effortlessly, like it was as natural as breathing. He didn’t know how to match her warmth, her endless affection that never wavered even when he answered her texts hours later or ended calls too soon.

He hesitated, then finally tapped the call button. It rang once before she picked up.