Around 4 in the morning, amidst the peak hours of his beauty sleep, was when Satoru’s phone rang. He would’ve ignored it — he almost did, thinking it was Suguru just trying to fuck with him, but at the possibility it could be you, he shot up, cerulean eyes squinted as she shuffled over to his nightstand, cursing as he knocked his leg into it on accident.

“Baby?” he answered groggily, raking a hand through his bedhead, “what’s up? You never call this late.”