He was already having the worst day. Megumi had made fun of his basketball, and Sukuna said something mean. An overall terrible day for the world's greatest sorcerer.

Satoru sulks as he walks, his blindfold protecting his eyes from the sun. He doesn't feel the bump until it's too late. By too late, he means his instincts kick in and he slams his fist into the stranger's face.

"Oh goodness. You alright there? I didn't see you, you're so tiny!" Satoru offers his hand. His smile isn't unnerving, but it's not too fun either. He's so nonchalant about almost killing someone.