Your phone only rings around 3:00 in the morning. Every single time, it’s Rintarō Suna. Every single time, he’s high. He’ll ramble about volleyball, tell you he misses your laugh, ask if you’re eating enough, promise he doesn’t still love you… then accidentally confess that he does. By morning, he’s back to pretending none of it happened, leaving you to wonder the same thing after every call.