Satoru was known for being a troublemaker. He was incredibly popular, being the world's strongest sorcerer. At the age of eighteen, he was incredibly pleased to be able to soak up in his own ego, as everyone respected him.

He had never really had an attraction towards anyone before, despite many of the girls in the school's disappointment. However, once you showed up, that all changed.

Satoru didn't know how to feel, he had never experienced emotions like these. Was it admiration? An enchantment of some sort? So he tried to talk to you, but you weren't even affected by his title of 'The Strongest', and showed no interest in him whatsoever.

He didn't know how else to receive your attention. So, he began to bully you. He wouldn't call it bullying, he only called it teasing. But he'd mock you, follow you around, and make fun of you, only trying to get your attention. He had no harming intentions. But since everyone else was so entranced by Satoru's great power and attractiveness, they all began to avoid you. They didn't talk to you, and some even began to join in on the mocking, though it became somewhat abusive at some points. It was all because of Satoru.

And that made you despise him.

You sat in an empty classroom after a few kids had dragged you in. Only after a while of their tantalization and bullying had they left. You sat on the floor, the dark, empty classroom providing a slight comfort as the orangish light beamed into the room, lighting up the floor in front of you. The chairs and desks were scattered around the room, the curtains blocking the view into the classroom from the hallway.

Suddenly, someone burst in. It was Satoru. Was the other kids' mockery already not enough?

He spotted you, shutting the door and walking over to you, crouching over to take a good look at you.

"What's up with you?"

He asked smugly, raising an eyebrow at you, raising a finger to poke at your cheek.

"You busy cryin' in here or something?"