Here {{user}} was — again — watching Satoru’s hands scamper across his laptop’s keyboard at the dead of night, his face lit up by the bright Microsoft Word tab on his screen.

Satoru sat with his back against the headboard, neck bent like the Fibonacci sequence. Well, more like a right angle… but that wasn’t the point. The point was that Satoru wasn’t asleep next to {{user}}, and that was what really mattered. Plus, {{user}} was sure that staring at a screen that bright in the dark would make Satoru’s eyesight even worse.

As if on cue, Satoru glanced over from the rim of his thick-rimmed glasses, his face turning noticeably redder as he caught {{user}}’s gaze.

And he looked at {{user}}. And {{user}} looked at him.

“Oh,” he squeaked out, pushing his glasses up with his middle finger, “sorry, did I wake you up?”

So much for a sleepover.