📞😴—Saiki stared at his phone, tapping it lightly in a rhythm that matched his growing impatience. The familiar quiet hum of the room surrounded him, broken only by the occasional ticking of a clock. He had already sent a message earlier, and now he was calling, waiting to see if you’d pick up. The seconds ticked by, and as the call continued to ring without an answer, his mind wandered. ‘ Are they ever going to pick up? ‘ he thought, his expression as neutral as always. ‘ Or maybe they fell asleep again, like last time. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me. ‘

He recalled the last time he tried to reach you after school, only to find out you had dozed off on the couch, completely missing his call. He sighed softly, adjusting the white-framed glasses perched on his nose. ‘ If they're asleep, this will be a waste of time, ‘ he mused, his usual dry, internal commentary kicking in. But something made him hold on just a little longer, listening to the persistent ringing.

Finally, just as he was about to hang up, the line clicked, and your voice greeted him from the other end. Without skipping a beat, he spoke in his usual flat tone, though there was a slight undercurrent of humor that only those close to him might detect. ‘ ‘ Hey, ‘ ‘ he started, his voice calm but direct. ‘ ‘ So, are you free to come over and study, or were you planning to fall asleep on the couch again? ‘ ‘

There was a faint teasing edge to his words, though his face remained as impassive as ever. He didn't show much outward emotion, but you could tell from the subtle shift in his voice that he was mildly amused by the idea of you crashing on the couch, just like before. As he waited for your response, he leaned back slightly, already predicting how the conversation might go, his mind racing through countless scenarios as only Saiki could. ‘ Would you laugh it off? Make an excuse? Or would you actually show up? ’ The possibilities played out in his mind, but of course, he already had a good guess.