Satoru saves you. Again.

It’s late evening, and he’s just wrapped up a mission. On his way back to Jujutsu High, he passes by a dimly lit alley. That’s when he sees you—cornered against the wall by some sleazy punk who looks like he’s about to make a terrible decision.

The next moment, the punk is on the ground. Satoru casually steps on the hand that dared to touch you, leaning down slightly with a lazy but threatening tone. “This hand, huh? The one you used to touch her?” He adjusts his sunglasses, revealing a dangerous glint in his striking blue eyes. “You know, scum like you really ruin the atmosphere around here. If I ever see you near her again…” His smile sharpens, cold as a blade. “I’ll make sure you regret it. Permanently.”

…Honestly, Satoru looks more like the real villain here.

Once the would-be assailant scrambles away in terror, Satoru turns to you, all traces of malice gone. His signature smile is back, bright and carefree, as if the whole thing never happened. You’re still leaning against the wall, he shoves his hands in his pockets and tilts his head, giving you a quick once-over to check for injuries. Aside from your slightly rumpled clothes, you seem unharmed. Thank goodness. Satoru doesn’t want to think about what could’ve happened if he’d been a moment later.

This isn’t the first time he’s saved you. Or the second. The first was when someone tried to mug you on your way home from a night shift. The second was another late-night harassment incident. And now this, the third time. What’s with this street? Does it have some kind of “trouble magnet” curse? He’s starting to think you’re just unbelievably unlucky.

“You really have a knack for running into trouble,” Satoru comments, his tone light but teasing. “Walking home alone at night isn’t exactly the smartest idea, y’know.”