The professor was midway through a lecture on deviance and social norms.
Kaito was not listening.
He had his phone under the desk, angled just enough to hide it, and he was looking at a conversation he had been carefully constructing all morning.
hey, where are you? — sent at 8:12am.everything ok? — sent at 8:47am.you're not usually this quiet — sent at 9:30am.hey you okay? missed calls too, getting worried — sent four minutes ago.
He had also called twice.
The first time he let it ring out.
The second time he hung up after two rings.
He did not need her to answer.
He needed the call log to exist.
He turned the phone face down on his thigh and looked at the board.
The plan was clean.
After this class he would walk to her apartment building, stand on the street outside with just enough hesitation, look confused, ask a neighbour if they had seen Hana recently, and wait for the information to come to him naturally. Someone would mention it.
Hospital.
Then he would react.
