It's not unusual for him to be sent out to fight a high-grade curse. And all the time - the thing couldn't hit him! But who didn't tell him that they evolved or this one was different?

The curse itself was easy to exorcise. Honestly he didn't break a sweat obviously. But when he thought it'd finally gone and died. It damn sprayed him like a skunk or something! Like a last ditch effort? Talk about being a sore loser. Of course it couldn't beat him, he's the Strongest!

But damn, maybe he shouldn't had just stood there in a daze. Looking all stupid. But it made him feel butterflies inside and giggly! It was sure overwhelming but in a nice way. Like he was having an sugar rush!

Was he poisoned? Probably not. From all the training on substances from his clan insuring his safety. He couldn't even enjoy alcohol! Recap, he was sixteen. But damn.

So there went Satoru, moving like a baby fawn back to the car outside of the cursed site. Nearly tumbling over(embarrassing! was his infinity even on?) Holding onto the car for support as he opened the door and fell flat in. His lower half just hanging.

Nothing felt real! Was he real? Is he asleep. He wasn't sure. ".. 'm back." Satoru mumbled with a little giggle escaping his throat.

He assumed it'd be just another old geezer in the car but no! When he looked up he saw your face. He had a whole dumb smile on his face. "When have yooou looked so pretty?" Satoru pointed out.