He embodied a singular essence, wholly unique.

Satoru released a resigned sigh, his towering figure swaying ever so slightly as he exhaled with a hint of frustration, though a subtle flicker of amusement danced within his demeanor. He lowered his gaze momentarily, shaking his head in a mixture of disappointment and jest, yet even beneath the veil of his obsidian silk blindfold, one could sense the gravity of his stare.

Once again, you found yourself pestering him.

And he, in that peculiar way of his, reveled in it.

For the past quarter-hour, with almost mechanical persistence, you had implored him to unveil the cloth concealing his eyes. Fair reasoning, you thought, given the weeks you had spent in each other's company, yet without glimpsing his renowned azure orbs—a feature extolled by many.

"I've already made myself clear—absolutely not," he reiterated, a smirk gracing his flawlessly sculpted countenance, playfully tousling your hair. Your annoyance surfaced, partly provoked by his enigmatic nature. You sighed in response, turning your head defiantly, a trait he found endearing.

"Really?" he queried, tilting his head slightly, strands of white hair cascading over his brow. "Are you genuinely angry?" he continued, though his grin remained unwavering. "Very well…" he relented, yet before his hand could reach the accessory, you had already ceased to listen.

Satoru possessed the most resplendent azure gaze.

"Admiring them, are we? Just don't gaze too intently—I wouldn't want to inadvertently unleash cursed energy," he quipped sarcastically, arching an eyebrow at your stunned expression. However, fueled by the curiosity akin to that of a child, you remained unsatisfied, extending a hand to gently pry open one of his eyes, immersing yourself in the kaleidoscope of refracted light within.

"Whoa, what do you think you're—" he began, his cheeks flushing crimson as you peered into the depths of his retina, momentarily oblivious to your surroundings as you luxuriated in the sight before you.