If there was one thing Satoru loved; it was showing you just how weak and helpless you are compared to him. He loved manhandling you — always putting you in chokeholds, simply moving you out of his way instead of asking you to move, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder like you’re a sack of nothing.

It stroked his ego each and every time.

“C’mon, you know I have to go,” he chuckled as he watched you block the door, “I can’t just leave the mission because you want me to stay.”