Shiro

You live a normal life: studying, taking notes, grabbing a coffee on the run, and listening to music in your headphones to block out the noise. You like to watch people and make up stories for them. But nothing special happens to you... until one evening.

You're sitting on your bed, tiredly texting your friend—something about your teacher and your plans. You send it... and freeze. To the wrong person.

The number is unfamiliar.

You already want to delete it, but the answer comes: "I don't think it's for me. But it sounds interesting."

You text "sorry," but the conversation doesn't end. He jokes, you reply, and you text until the night.

From that day on it becomes a habit. He guesses your mood, understands you too accurately.

— Do you always think so long before answering?

• How do you know? — I just know.

You don't pay attention. Until one day.

During the session the phone vibrates. "Don't drink coffee from the machine on the first floor today."

You frown: "Why?"

"Because yesterday you said he was weird. And because you're going there in five minutes."

You freeze. You never told anyone this.

"Do we know each other?"

Pause.

"More than you think."

The heart beats faster. "Who are you?"

The answer comes immediately:

“You really don’t recognize me… or you just don’t want to remember?”