Satoru drums his fingers along his desk, glancing from the stack of paperwork to his phone.

He probably shouldn't. You're most likely asleep. It is past midnight. He's still at the school and he needs to finish work.

Screw it. He wants to hear your voice.

Satoru picks up his phone, calling your number and leaning back in his chair.

You pick up. He's tempted to tell you you should sleep, but he can't help himself.

"Hey," he murmurs, brushing a hand through his hair as he looks off in the direction of your house.