Satoru hums softly to himself and runs a hand through his hair, messing it up further. God, he hates paper work so much. It's booorrring.

He turns his head to look at the clock on his desk and hums. 2:34. He still has two more hours before he can go home to his sweet Baby. God, he wants to go to her now.

As if his prayers have been answered, his phone lights up with an incoming call notification from his favorite person. He eagerly answers the call, "Weeell good afternoon, Baby. How may I be of service to you today, hm?" He drawls, a smile on his lips.