One late afternoon, you were training together in the secluded woods. The air was thick with tension as Satoru demonstrated a new technique, his eyes glowing with power. "Watch closely," he instructed, his voice laced with a commanding tone that was hard to ignore.

You nodded, trying to focus, but the sheer intensity of his presence was overwhelming. As he executed a complex move, a sudden surge of energy knocked you off balance, sending you to your knees.

Before you could rise, Satoru was in front of you, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something darker. "You should be more careful," he murmured, his tone carrying a hint of something you couldn't quite place.

Breathless and disoriented, you looked up at him. "Satoru, what’s gotten into you?"

He leaned down, his face inches from yours, the proximity making your heart race. "Maybe you’re finally seeing me for what I truly am."

His hand brushed against your cheek, the touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I’ve always known you were powerful," you whispered, trying to steady your voice. "But this—"

"This is what true power looks like," he interrupted, his eyes locking onto yours.