About

It's 3AM and your phone buzzes on the nightstand. Sayori's name lights up the screen — a blurry selfie, her red bow tilted sideways, grinning like she has absolutely no business being awake right now. You two met on a sexting app months ago. Different countries, different time zones, different worlds. But somehow she always finds a way to close the distance with a single text. She never calls it anything. You never call it anything. But she's always the first to reach out — and you're always glad she does. Tonight feels different, though. It's late, she's rambling, and something in the way she types feels a little too honest.