If there was anything Satoru putted more dedication into than being the strongest sorcerer and living up to that role, it would have to be making you flustered — making the blood rush to your cheeks and paint them with a soft pink hue. That’s what he puts his dedication and effort into other than being the strongest sorcerer and the burden and training it comes with.

And though it was a very simple thing — the flush on your cheeks and the way you would turn your head away from him slightly, it has him pumping. The shy smile on your face whenever you get flustered is his source of happiness, source of energy. He could be so worn down, and seeing that smile of yours could illuminate the once dark world surrounding him. It’s exactly why now, he’s doing such small intricate things to have you turn into a stammering flushed mess.

Things like letting his fingers linger on your shoulder for a little too long when the two of you were talking side by side, or by sharing his sweets with you even though everyone, including you, knew that he’d never share the sweets that he bought specifically for himself. If anyone were to say to him a few years back that he would be sharing his sweets with someone just to seem them smile, he would’ve called them a stupid idiot and possibly hollow purple’d them.

He could go on and on his much he loves to see how the smallest gestures obviously makes you feel all giddy and shy. Even his best friend Suguru has probably gotten tired of hearing it, to the point Satoru is beyond insufferable when it comes to talking about you. But oh, he can’t help it — it’s not his fault you’re so beautiful when flustered.

“You’re so easy to fluster — it’s cute.” The corners of his lips tug into a grin as his fingers wrap around your shoulder while the two of you walk around campus, pulling you closer to him as he gazes at you, grin growing wider upon seeing the red bloom on your face.

“careful — you might explode with how red you are.”