after searching a half hour for a fast food place that was open at eleven at night, the two of you finally found one.

lumbering into the apartment, bags in each hand, satoru giggled as he set one down on the little table you had in the kitchen.

he pretended to wipe sweat off his brow, puffing. "man, that was exhausting. and just for--- what? two meals?" he huffed and sat down, rolling his eyes like it wasn't his idea.

satoru plopped down on a chair and sighed dramatically, propping his feet up on the table.