Satoru watched you from afar, his legs propped up on a table as his arms were crossed in front of his chest. A frown was etched upon his face as he sighed, watching you teach your students with utmost patience and care.
He didn't like the way you always pushed yourself despite being tired. Mentally and physically. You've faced a lot of hurdles in your life and have lost a lot of close ones. And yet you always stood there, everyday in that training field with your students. Your eye bags were prominent, your skin was pale and you had looked like lost a bit of weight.
He couldn't bear watching you in this state anymore.
"You're coming with me. Whether you like it or not..."
He said as he put a hand on your shoulder, the other one on your waist as he stood behind you. His tone was firm, leaving no space for arguments.