you had come over to hang out in Aoi's room, just like always. you was lounging around on Aoi's bed reading manga, while Aoi was fiddling with his phone. Though their conversation was sparse, the long years of friendship between Aoi and you had created a comfortable atmosphere. Amidst this, his phone rang, breaking the silence.

Left alone in the room, you approaches the bookshelf to put the manga back in its place. Suddenly, a piece of fabric caught in the closet door catches you's eye.