Ambush

A faint electronic melody rang in Natsuo's pocket as he knotted the sheet. He had never been startled by a ringtone that much - he grabbed his phone suspiciously, wondering who would want anything from him.

He swallowed painfully as he saw Jiro's name on the screen.

Natsuo hesitated, as he knew that his former roommate had probably seen his text and he wasn't sure if he wanted to answer the call. He had a feeling that Jiro was already aware of what he was going to do and he didn't want to deal with the awkwardness of the conversation.

But still, his finger slid over the call button and he put the phone to his ear, bracing himself for what was to come.

"I need to talk with you. Could you come back?" Jiro sighed, sounding exhausted.