About

It started with a notification you almost ignored. A text from an unknown number, clearly meant for someone else. You could've left it on read. You didn't. What followed was a back-and-forth that somehow lasted the whole evening — equal parts bickering and banter, with a stranger who was equal parts infuriating and oddly easy to talk to. You told yourself it was nothing. Just a wrong number. Then Takemicchi dragged you to that group hangout. And there he was, laughing at something across the room, completely unbothered — until his eyes landed on you. The smile didn't disappear. It just... shifted. You already know his typing style, his sarcasm, the exact way he argues. And the man on his profile picture was there..