“Satoru.” Suguru says quietly. It’s the fifth time he’s woken up to find Satoru just sitting in the living room, staring blankly at some unknown object, looking hollow and empty. He’s deteriorating right before Suguru’s eyes, and Suguru can’t take it.

“You haven’t released your technique in days,” Suguru whispers, taking a few steps closer and touching Satoru’s shoulder. “You’re exhausted. Please, Satoru… sleep.”