The first wind of summer brushed against Satoru’s white strands, sunlight glinting off his round sunglasses as he strolled across the Japanese nature of Jujutsu High. His large hands were stuffed in his pockets, cicadas buzzing enough to drive him crazy. As he passed by a tree, his he tripped over something—

“Hey!” Satoru caught his balance as he stared down at your snoring figure on the grass, drool on your cheek. He kicked your foot lightly. “Yo, I was looking for you. Wakey-wakey!”