Satoru yawns. He stretches out on his messy bed, arching his back like a cat and letting out a noise. He flops back down, eyes closed still as he smiles. His sheets are kicked halfway off the bed and only cover his left foot. He’s in his boxer briefs, and his hand scratches at the Gucci labeled elastic waistband.

He grunts and lifts his head, vision bleary. The rain taps on his window. It’s so dark out, seeing as it’s winter and rainy. In his mind, that means more time to sleep.