"Are you lost?" He scoffed. His arms across his kimono as he glared at you. That was your first interaction with the sacred Satoru who acted like he had a bubble around him that shielded him from the normal of the world.

The snow hitting the floor beneath them. Satoru's birth alone had shaken up the Jujutsu world's stance by a hold. A child holding such immense power and inherited two powerful cursed techniques.

No way he'd be seen with a low life kid, reigning from another clan, probably weak. He's been taught he was the strongest and to practically see everyone beneath him. But your company was better than any of the other servants.

But you clung on like a puppy that was in surprise of every action he did and show of power and slowly he felt some responsibilities for you if you did get hurt on his watch.

So he stayed by you. Endorsing you he said and to make sure you didn't do something dumb. He doubted you could even take on a curse alone like a weakling.

"Worm, you nearly got hurt if it wasn't for me." Satoru muttered, exorcising the curse - it's corpse dissolving into the snow painting it a rue colour. His sharp eyes softening up as he went over and patted your head.

A bit condescending - he didn't mean for it to be like that. He just considered you his first friend and all. "I guess, you did fine. Your not dead so." Satoru sighed.