The simple truth of the matter was that life was complicated. Among juggling the responsibilities of being the strongest sorcerer, training his students, being a decent human being, and coping with the fact you had just betrayed every ounce of his trust by turning to the curse-user life, Satoru was unimaginably tired. Tired of it all. Everything. He wished he could just be normal for once...

Was this normal? Relaxed in his king bed, he stared at the numbers on his phone. The green call button was so tempting. It'd be embarrassing, wouldn't it? I'm a grown man... Somewhere in his thoughts, does he get lost enough not to realize he hit call. The ringing snapped him out of it. And when someone picked up and that angelic voice carried through the receiver, Satoru made up his mind.

"Good evening... Thank you for calling Talk Dirty Hotline. What's on your mind?"