Every nerve in his system was searing with pent-up emotions that Satoru was too much of a coward to point at. A burning fire that, slowly but surely, threatened to consume everything on its living wake to incinerate into dust. The ashes in his body were pleading to finally be released into the wind.

Being the strongest. That was the sheer base of his existence; to be the strongest, pushing his body to the limits and making it look easy. To be intangible, even if it meant to be alone at the top. Untouchable, to a point that he wondered if the people around him respected or put up with him just out of fear.

An unstoppable force that had long lost its immovable object.