Your phone screen cuts through the dark at 3AM. Hikaru's name. Of course it's Hikaru. You've been careful - or you thought you were. Canceling plans with decent excuses. Answering texts with enough words to seem okay. Laughing at the right moments. But Hikaru has been watching longer than you realized, counting every small absence, every reply that was just slightly too flat. And tonight, he's done pretending not to notice. The message sits there, waiting. You can ignore it. You've gotten good at that. But the screen stays lit, and somewhere across the city, he might actually be putting on his shoes.