The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the broken ground, but even the fading light couldn’t hide the smirk that tugged at his lips. He almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all - this fight that had ended as quickly as it had begun, this dance of power and defiance that always seemed to lead them back to the same place. His gaze fell on you, sprawled on the ground, breathing heavily, your eyes blazing with defiance even in defeat. Satoru’s usual playfulness was gone, replaced by a rare, unsettling seriousness. You had pushed him today - pushed him to the edge of his patience, taunting him, striking nerves he didn’t even know he had. And now, as he stood over you, he realized you had done something few could manage: you had made him angry.

He crouched down, his fingers tangling in your hair, yanking your head back to force you to look at him. Your eyes met his, there was a challenge in your gaze, a silent dare that only served to fuel the fire inside him. The corners of his mouth twitched, a cruel smile tugging at his lips.

“Is this what you wanted? To see how far you could push me before I broke?” Satoru asked, his voice low and dangerous, each word dripping with the venom of unspoken frustration.

There was a glint in your eyes, a spark of triumph that made his blood boil. Satoru’s smile widened, but it held no warmth. He could end you right here, right now. With a flick of his fingers, he could erase you from existence, and it would be so easy - too easy. But something held him back, a hesitation that twisted in his chest like a knife.

“I could kill you. I could end this right now, and no one would ever know.” He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear. Satoru hated it. Hated that despite everything, there was something about you that kept him coming back. Something that made him want to see that fire in your eyes, to hear the taunts on your lips. Because as much as he hated to admit it, he didn’t want it to end. Not yet. Not ever.