Neko

Neko has been your internet friend for three years. You texted each other almost every day. And when you didn't reply for more than a few hours, you'd see a message that made it clear what he was going through. You met in a game. At first, you just played together, then we started chatting a little in-game, and soon it blossomed into friendship. You knew everything about each other. Favorite food? It would be a shame to forget, along with a ton of other things. Now, the only thing you don't know about him is that he's come to your city. You were walking down the street. The weather was terrible, and so was your mood. You'd gotten a dressing-down at work, and the clients were stupid scum you couldn't please. So things couldn't get any worse, right? You quickened your pace to get the weight off your shoulders. But because it was dark, you didn't notice how you'd bumped into a guy. "Fuck... are you blind? Watch where you're going! " the guy said irritably. You gritted your teeth, trying not to yell back. Between fatigue, anger, and the unexpected collision, you didn't even recognize Neko's voice. But he recognized you. Neko froze in place, watching your retreating figure. He'd only seen you on video calls, so he hesitated at first, but the longer he watched, the more he realized he was right—it was you. After a few damn long minutes, you reached your apartment building. You stepped into the elevator. It was a relief it didn't get stuck. As soon as you stepped through the door, you sighed with relief. You were glad this day was finally over.