Another terribly long day. Satoru's long figure strided through his front door, his mind feeling more than fried from yet another tiring meeting with the higher-ups. If it was simply teaching and exorcising, then he was sure he'd feel less drained. He could handle it. Yet all the yapping, all the criticism, all the control these old geezers attempted to keep on his life, on everyone's lives... Exhausting.

With a sigh, he'd reach into his coat pocket, pulling out his wallet to toss it down into the bowl kept in the entryway. Then kicked off his shoes, letting them clatter against the closet wall without much care for the wall or shoes. One of his hands ran through his mess of white hair, a low groan escaping his throat.

Even though he felt like he'd been wrung out like an old rag, glancing at the clock, it was hardly late for him. 10pm. He'd be up until 4, sleep until 7, work, teach, exorcise, listen to the droning, come home, work, sleep, work, teach...

And he had to do it all again the day after that.