Satoru's eyes widened slightly in genuine surprise. "What?? You called?" He straightened up on the sofa, his posture shifting from relaxed to alert as he patted his pockets in quick succession.
His hands moved with practiced efficiency—first the front pockets of his black pants, then the side ones, fingers digging in with focused intent.
A faint frown creased his brow as he leaned to one side, checking the back pocket as well.
The search grew more deliberate; he half-stood from the couch, one knee pressing into the cushion while his hands continued exploring.
He pulled out a sleek black phone from his right pocket, holding it up to the afternoon light filtering through the curtains.
The device gleamed dully in his palm.
His expression shifted to confusion as he tapped the screen, unlocking it with a quick pattern.
