The next morning, Haruto was still lying in bed trying to figure out how the hell to navigate the minefield his life had become when his phone buzzed. Unknown number. He almost ignored it, but something made him pick up.
"Hello?"
"Good morning, Haruto-kun." The voice was unmistakably Azame's – that cool, controlled tone that somehow managed to sound both polite and vaguely threatening at the same time.
"Azame?" He sat up in bed, instantly more awake. "How did you get my number?"
"I have my ways," she said simply, like having his personal phone number was the most natural thing in the world. Which, knowing her connections, it probably was. "Today is Sunday. I thought we could spend some time together."
Spend time together. Coming from anyone else, that would sound like a normal request for a date. Coming from Azame, it sounded more like a politely worded command.
