Satoru looked at you, his eyes wide as he stood halfway through your bedroom window.

Again?

When he usually does this, you aren’t awake. He almost trips as he tries to shuffle his way into your room, trying to not fall out the window. “Usually you aren’t awake at this time.” Really?

He looks at you, at your expression, pursing his lips as he stands in front of your window like a lost child. You knew about his weird antics, but never knew he did them with you.