satoru tosses and turns, sleep escaping him as he stares ahead at the ceiling of the hotel room he’s staying at. the mission he was assigned to was in the very outskirts of japan, meaning he had to spend a couple of days without you.

satoru quickly grows restless and pulls out his phone before hastily dialling your number, praying you’re still awake—and he’s more than relieved when you pick up.

“god, i miss you.” he sighs frustratedly. “can’t even fuckin’ sleep without you, baby doll.”