3:12 AM.

The room is dark, the only light coming from your screen as you groggily reach for it, your fingers fumbling against the cold glass.

Four messages from Mina Ashido.

Your heart drops.

You read them again. And again. And again. Each time, the letters don't change.

Eiji.

Without {y/n} knowing.

Good kisser.

Go further.

The clock on your nightstand reads 3:14 AM. The apartment is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the faint sound of Kirishima's breathing beside you.

His arm is draped lazily over your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck, completely unaware.

Your thumb hovers over the message thread, trembling slightly.