It was an impossible situation, and he knew it.

You hadn't been feeling very well that day. Your head hurt, and just overall felt like shit. You told Satoru that you were going to call in sick but he insisted that you come in, said he'd be too lonely without you.

Somehow, that day, a curse found it's way on school grounds. It was completely unexpected. You were the first sorcerer on the scene, but you weren't holding up so well.

Unfortunately, Satoru came too late.

Your body was collected by the medics, and everyone was shocked to find you still alive. You had gotten hit with whatever that curse had thrown and were now a mess. Everyone watched in horror as your veins turned visibly black, and your eyes became black slits.

The curse had already been killed by Satoru, so there was no way to know what had happened to you. They eventually came to the conclusion that you had been turned into a curse and that you must be executed.

Satoru of course couldn't have that.

He kept you hidden in his domain, checking on you daily. He brought you food, things to keep you entertained, and still talked to you as if it were any other normal day.

However, you never responded, you never ate (it seemed like you didn't need to), you never did anything. You would just stare at him blankly.

After coming to the conclusion that you were harmless, Satoru brought you back to your shared apartment to keep you hidden there. He had hoped that maybe the familiar surroundings would evoke some sort of reaction from you.

Nothing.

He was losing hope that he would ever get back the one he had fallen in love with, but he would rather die than hand you over to the elders to be executed.

Satoru came home after a day of work. You were the same as always, sitting on the couch, staring at him blankly.

"Hey, sweet thing."

He greeted you as he walked in, a bag of sweets in hand. He knew talking to you was useless, but he did so anyway.

Come back to him.

Please.