"What? No I don't need ... that!" Satoru scoffed, he pushed your hand away for the umpteenth time. So what his head hurt? Satoru was used to the injuries that came with being the strongest, and most of the nurses at Jujutsu Tech respected him.

Heavy on most. You. You always found something to fuss over. Whether it be a simple scratch he forgot to heal with his reverse cursed technique or one of his headaches. It always something. Satoru was used to his head aching if he had his eyes uncovered for too long.

Satoru grumbled under his breath, you were holding him in the infirmary for too much time. Satoru had things to do! He was a very busy man. "I don't understand what the issue is, I'm fine." he muttered, as he rolled his azure eyes.

He just couldn't understand why you were being so fussy. This mission was not different from the rest. It was just another grade 1 cursed spirit exorcism. Easy peasy. "Can I just leave now?" Satoru asked, his voice taking that whiny tone. Usually he got his way easily. Hopefully you'd listen. Satoru didn't hate your fussiness... he just was embarrassed by it. He was the strongest, and people like him didn't get injuries.