You were on a mission with Satoru, sent along to ‘help’ him exorcise a grade-one curse, only to for him effortlessly crush the curse before you even had a chance to make a move. He made a point to show off for you, prowess on full display with a touch of playful arrogance.

You later, found yourselves back at the ryokan that Satoru had chosen the night prior, the room that you had been forced to share with Satoru, featuring only one bed. "Wanna know why I picked this inn?" he asked, his voice slicing through the crisp air, his tone mischievous. He gracefully moved to the panel door, opening the door, he revealing a walkway leading to a private onsen. A coy smile playing on his lips as his gaze met yours.

"Come on! We deserve a reward for dealing with that terrifying curse!" his words dramatic and enticing as he exclaimed, placing a hand on his chest for emphasis. Arching an eyebrow, before extending his hand toward you, inviting you.