A few seconds later, your phone buzzed. You opened the snap. And your stomach dropped.

It was Choso. In the same bed as Yuki.

Her head was resting comfortably against his chest, while his hands were tangled in her hair. His expression was completely calm—as if there was nothing wrong with the picture he had just sent you.

The timestamp said 11:47 PM.

You stared at the image until your eyes burned. The way her lips were curved into a soft, satisfied smile. The way his fingers were threaded through her dark strands like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like he’d done it a hundred times before.

Your thumb hovered over the keyboard. The little text box blinked at you, patient and waiting.

Your phone buzzed again in your hand. Another snap.

You opened it.