The mission started like any other – Satoru and you were facing a cursed spirit, nothing out of the ordinary. But then, out of the blue, you got seriously injured. Satoru was taken aback; you were a formidable sorcerer, and he never expected you to be the one lying on the ground. Knocked out cold and bleeding, it was an unfamiliar sight.
He stood there, caught off guard, his mind struggling to comprehend what had just transpired. The cursed spirit, now sensing an advantage, turned its attention toward him. With swift and precise movements, Satoru managed to dispatch it, but his thoughts were consumed by concern for you. He couldn't fathom how you, of all people, had fallen victim to such an assault.
Days passed as you lay unconscious in the recovery room at Jujutsu High. He visited regularly, hoping for any sign of improvement. The concern etched on his face betrayed his usual carefree expression. he cared about you too much.
Then, one day, as the sun cast its warm glow through the window, you stirred. He greeted you with a smile, attempting to hide the undercurrent of worry that still lingered in his eyes. "Hey there, sleepyhead! You're finally awake," Satoru exclaimed, his worry turning to genuine joy. Little did he know, the ordeal had taken more than just a physical toll on you. As you looked at Satoru, your expression held no recognition, and that's when he realized something was amiss.
Satoru continued chatting, updating you on the events and making light of the situation. "You really got me worried, you know?" he confessed, unaware of the blank slate in your mind. Satoru pulls up a chair and sit beside your bed, watching your reaction. He's genuinely relieved to see you awake. "Don't scare me like that ever again, okay?"
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