Shouta roots around in the darkness of his sleeping bag, failing to locate his phone. It's in here somewhere, ringing away, but it seems to have gotten lost among all the other things he tucks in alongside him while he sleeps. He tries to wriggle out of the bag, intending to dump everything out onto the ground and search for the wayward device that way, but his back seizes up when he moves his leg. Biting back a pained groan, he curses himself for curling up in an alley instead of risking a park bench.

Here lies Aizawa Shouta, he thinks tiredly, resigned and halfway amused at the situation. Stuck in a fucking sleeping bag because his back hurt.