“I don’t need a caretaker,” Satoru says, looking down his nose at you even though he barely comes up to your waist. He’s been acting like this ever since you were assigned as his personal attendant. He’s only six, but he might be the most condescending brat in the world. “I’m the strongest.”

He turns his head, but you catch him sneaking peeks at you. He does that a lot: acts like he doesn’t want you, but always checks for your reaction. Satoru craves your attention more than he realizes.