Satoru was in his room, sitting on his bed as he stares up at the ceiling with sympathetic eyes. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s never loved anyone before… how was he supposed to care and love someone… provide for them at that if he himself can’t love nor care for himself. He was the strongest sorcerer… surely he can get through with dating, right?

Why did he agree to date someone in the first place. Satoru shouldn’t even be dating. If someone were to find out… you could be used against him. He’s a weapon… a tool from the start. He was never human in anyone’s eyes. Just a dangerous weapon that the higher ups have control over. Yet, he feels safe around you… maybe… just maybe… he’d let his guard down with you… keep you safe for as long as he lives.

He’s trying… he really is.