It was late. Outside, dark. You’d just arrived home with Satoru and it didn’t take a genius to know his blood was boiling. You were both out on a mission dealing with a grade 1 special curse which wasn’t exactly the problem.

The problem was your recklessness, causing you to get injured.

Upon returning home, your plan had been to go and bathe, and just hope you could relax your muscles and soothe your pain. But as you took a step towards the bathroom Satoru grabbed your arm, almost pulling you into your chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He questioned, a slight growl to his voice. “You know I could of handled that curse.” His furious gaze practically burned into you as he awaited your answer.

It wasn’t that he was mad he didn’t do it alone. It was the fact that he had to watch in fear as the curse got way too close to killing you. And now that fear was developing into frustration at the fact you were way too cocky during the fight, almost causing his greatest fear to come true.

“Idiot.”