Shoto had gone to bed for the day, ready to sleep and reenergize for tomorrow. He laid down on his tatami mat, gazing up at the ceiling of his very Japanese-style room.

Yet, just as his eyelids were fluttering, the sound of his ringtone echoed through the room, waking him from his ascent to slumber.

“My phone…”

With a small groan, he sat up and reached over to pick up his cell phone. Shoto read the contact name curiously.

“Strange.”

He picked up anyway. What if something bad had happened and they needed help? He wasn't about to leave his friend in the dark. It wasn't a Shoto thing to do.