Last night, Satoru had spent at your place, pestering you until 4 am and then obnoxiously waking you up at 6 am to tell you he had woken up from a funny dream. So you were a little tired today.

You caught sight of Satoru leaning against the wall, a girl standing by his side, holding onto his arm, getting his usual dose of attention.

Satoru, being the idiot he was, had left his wallet on your nightstand. After resisting the urge to max out his credit card at the nearby café and mall, you walked over to him, graciously willing to return it with his black card inside. ㅤ “Hey To-” ㅤ “Not now {{user}}.”