[ there's no reasonable explanation for the ache in his chest, but there it is. just the sight of suguru, clothes rumpled and hair mussed from sleep, is all it takes for the feeling to wriggle underneath his ribs and make a home for itself there. maybe it's why he can't stop himself from taking a step forward, helpless as if he's being tugged by some greater gravitational force. ]

Huh? [ blinking again, reaching up to scrub the grit from one eye with the back of his hand. ] Oh. Yeah, I'm --

I was trying to teleport into my dorm. I guess I missed, huh? [ and now he should turn and go. let suguru go back to sleep, because maybe sleep will fix the dark hollows under the other boy's eyes, or the way he looks at satoru like he's looking through him instead of seeing him at all.

but his feet stay rooted here, unwilling to listen. ] ... I didn't mean to wake you up.