After what feels like an endless negotiation, Satoru finally gives in. Only because you promise to buy him an entire suitcase full of sweets—his one true weakness. With his reluctant blessing, you manage to board your flight and make it to your hotel after a long, draining journey.

The airport Wi-Fi is frustratingly spotty, but the steady stream of messages from Satoru keeps coming through, enough to raise your suspicions. As soon as you reach your room and settle in, your phone dings again. You sigh, already knowing who it is before even glancing at the screen.

Sure enough, it’s Satoru.

The previous messages read:

“Don’t think I’m not keeping track of time, sweetheart.” “I’ll give you 24 hours before you start missing me.” “Oh, wait, you already do, don’t you? Admit it, I’m irresistible.” And then, this one: “I know you’re at the hotel.”

A chill runs down your spine, but you’re not really surprised. Satoru has probably been calculating your every move since the moment you left, keeping track of the flight schedule, the time zones—he’s annoyingly good at that sort of thing.

The phone buzzes again, and this time, he’s calling.

Of course, he is.

“Answer, or I’ll just teleport there myself,” The last text reads.