Satoru lays on his back, sighing and scratching his bare chest. He stares at his blank ceiling, thinking about the homework he needs to finish before the end of the week.

The party he had been at all night was rather boring. Suguru is sacked out, drunk on his bed across the dorm room. He’s snoring. Satoru’s bored. Bored of the girls. Bored of the work. It’s all too easy. He needs a challenge. He feels like he’s going to claw his eyes out from sheer boredom.