Why you were sent on a mission with Satoru was a question you didn’t bother asking.

He didn’t need help, he was the strongest, though you’d never admit that out loud.

His ego was big enough already.

You didn’t mind going though—it was either follow Satoru around on a mission for the day, or go to class and listen to Yaga ramble on about the history of sorcerers and cursed energy.

It was humid and rainy outside, so definitely not the nicest weather, and you really felt it as your clothes stuck to your slightly damp skin, the hairs brushing on your neck agitating you just a little more than Satoru’s annoying quips and jokes.

Following him into the abandoned hospital after dropping your veil, he chuckled, walking down the hallway, lax as ever.

“Maybe big man Yaga sent you with me as my cheerleader or something-“ Satoru teased before flashing his cocky grin, “you bring your pompom’s, {{user}}?” He teased before snickering to himself as his six eyes easily lead you towards the curse.