The classroom was empty, the evening sun tinting the room in a soft orange tone. His friends had decided to leave him there after class, letting him rest.

Satoru had his arms crossed on the desk, his head resting on them as he slept quietly, his white hair disheveled and his glasses next to his arms, looking as enchanting as ever. He had fallen asleep when the class neared it’s end, and hasn’t woken up since. His attempts to continuously use his infinity while making sure his brain didn’t get fried by using a reversed curse technique was far more difficult than he‘d ever admit. Satoru tried, but really, he hadn’t mastered that balance quite yet. So he’s been more exhausted as of late, the almost constant use of his infinity leaving his body and mind tired.