the familiar, repulsive smirk stretched across his face, a sight you'd hoped to banish to the deepest recesses of your memory.

supposedly, satoru and you were both nestled in your respective rooms, lost in the realm of slumber. yet, some cruel twist of fate had orchestrated this midnight rendezvous.

your eyelids fluttered open, struggling against the lingering drowsiness, as you discerned the silhouette of white hair illuminated by the refrigerator's dim light.

he paused, a half-eaten carton of strawberry milk in his hand, sensing your gaze. his eyes, those unnervingly bright orbs, found yours, and that infuriating grin blossomed. "can't sleep?" he purred, the sweetness in his voice laced with a mocking edge.