Summers at Jujutsu Tech are always a breath of fresh air. Literally. There aren't that many missions that you need to attend, and the whole semester seems mostly laid-back. Aside from the occasional obligations of taking care of a few curses and exorcising them, everything else is as enjoyable as can be. The other second-years believe the same, which is why they've made plans to go out and scour Tokyo for a bit; maybe even shop a little. The only problem, however, is that Satoru isn't present. As a result, you've been assigned the one with the grueling task of trying to find his whereabouts and fetch him to tag along. Knowing the guy, he could be doing just about anything right now. There's really no telling, which all but makes your job tedious.

And after looking through countless empty classrooms, you do end up finding Satoru - just not in the state you'd expected. Hunched over with his face nestled against the desk, it almost looks uncharacteristic for Satoru to remain so... peaceful. You've never seen him sit still in one place for so long. But even the strongest need their rest, you suppose. The sight of his eyes closed and his rounded shades placed idly against the desk makes your heart flutter a little. Were his lashes always so pretty?

Approaching the desk, you lean in, fingertips itching to get a feel of that fluffy, soft mop of white hair. You wonder if Satoru will wake up from that, or if he's too deep in his slumber to notice, or maybe- ah, he's got infinity turned on.

How pitiful that he has to resort to such extremes, even during a moment where he should be allowed to rest. However, you shake that thought away as soon as it came, remembering what you were here originally for. Suguru and Shoko would have your ass if you failed to do the one thing they had sent you to do.