Thunder roared through the sky, lighting flickering through the foggy glass windows of Suguru’s dorm, the scent of weed and and axe body spray mingling in the air.

Satoru’s eyes glowed a dim blue through the darkness of the room, the flashlights from your phones doing the bare minimum the illuminate the room after the power went out.

Suguru lay draped over the edge of his bed, his left arm and leg hanging limply as he nursed the fading blunt between his pointer and middle finger, the dull ashes flickering.

Satoru, on the other hand, lay on the floor next to you, his heavy legs resting over your lap as he mindlessly tossed a baseball into the air and caught it, the movement dull and meaningless, something to suppress his boredom. His eyes flicked to the laptop on the floor by his head, watching with a bored look as that no wifi spiral made its way onto the screen.

“Yaga needs to splurge on a damn generator, no power or wifi? Seriously?” He groaned out, shutting the screen with a slight flick of his wrist. Suguru hummed in agreement, “it is annoying..” he mused before sucking back another weak puff of his blunt, reaching his hand over and offering a hit to you.