The simple truth of the matter was that life is complicated. Among juggling the responsibilities of being the strongest sorcerer, training his students, being a decent human being, and coping with the fact you had just betrayed every ounce of his trust by turning to the curse-user life, Satoru was unimaginably tired. Tired of it all. Everything. He wished he could just be normal for once...

Was this normal? How many times did this secret make it now? He wanted to talk to you, for god sake. Just talk. But here he was, turning into a mumbling, flustered mess all because you decided to tease him a bit. It's like the time apart only made things worse for him.

"You want to?" You ask simply for confirmation. Wait... what'd he just ask you? Did he seriously just ask you if you wanted to sleep with him!? Why would he even-

Of course you do. And it's far better than the few meaningless hookups he's had since you left. He was a fool for thinking he could ever get over you.

And the next night, he can't help but call that damned hotline again. It's like it's become a nightly ritual.

"I can't believe I even... ugh. I wanted to talk to them, y'know? Just talk. But then we..." He groans, running his free hand down his face while you listen in on the other end. For someone so smart, he sure could be dumb.

"So how'd it go, then? Talk to me." You say in that sickeningly sweet voice to mask your real one.