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Y/N HAS BEEN IN HIGH spirits since Suguru stopped by our apartment last week. It's been fourteen years since the three of us have hung out together, and it felt like old times. Since then Suguru has texted me a few times, and even suggested we all go out for drinks once he gets back from his current business trip.
It's Sunday morning, so I surprised Y/n with a full-body massage at the spa on the second floor of the High Rise. It's one of the many perks of living in one of London's most coveted complexes. However, the penthouse apartment is the only one with a private gym, which is why I couldn't resist buying it when it became available last year.
I'm finishing up a weightlifting session before meeting Y/n downstairs when my phone pings. I set the barbell to the ground and retrieve my phone from a nearby bench to find that I have a text.
Ari: Are you awake?
Satoru: No, I'm texting in my sleep.
Within seconds, my phone rings with an incoming video chat, Ari's name popping up on the screen.
"Hey, Ar," I answer, taking a seat on the bench.
She appears on the screen, lounging in bed, her hair tied in a messy bun. She's wearing an oversized button-up shirt, which I assume belongs to Rin.
"It's early in London. I'm shocked you're awake," she says.
"It's the middle of the night in New York. What are you doing awake?" I counter.
"You're such a smartass," she remarks in a snarky tone. "One of Rin's clients in Chicago has a critical issue with a multimillion-dollar project launching on Tuesday, so he had to spend his weekend helping them in person. I have an important presentation tomorrow afternoon, so I couldn't go with him." She pouts as she leans back against the headboard.
I chuckle. "That doesn't answer my question."
"We've only spent the night apart from each other a handful of times, and I can't sleep without him here," she admits.
I can relate. I've grown so used to sleeping next to Y/n, and I don't like thinking what it would be like if she wasn't there anymore.
"I'm touched you'd call your big brother to keep you company," I say, grabbing the towel next to me to wipe my brow.
"I would have called Akira, but I'm sure he's asleep, and Tomoe's likely up working late or on a call with a client overseas, even on the weekend."
"Glad to know I'm your last resort," I say wryly.
We both know I'm the one she reaches out to first when she needs to talk to someone.
"Honestly? I miss our daily phone calls." She sighs. "Getting married doesn't give you the right to disappear on me."
