The ring of your phone rouses you from sleep, your hand blindly reaching out for it and clumsily picking it up and pressing it to your ear. Your eyes are fluttering open, your cheek still pressed to your pillow as you hear a crackle as the line connects.

“Hey,” Satoru’s voice filters through, raspy and low, rough with sleep. You blink sleepily, eyes drifting over to your alarm clock where it reads 2am. You shift in your warm, white sheets, rubbing at your eyes.

“Hey, what’s up?” you murmur, slowly blinking your eyes open and waking as you hear Satoru shift on the other side of the phone. It wasn't unusual for him to call you - he was your boyfriend after all. But this late at night? You can feel the confusion linger in your voice as you speak, a hint of concern laced in your words.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he mumbles, voice low and heated. He sounds strained almost, tired undoubtedly but strained too. It makes you shift, brain finally starting to work. He continues, quiet and soft, but just a flicker of need too - a hint of a plea in his breathless words.

“Need your help.”