“Holy shit, {{user}}.” Satoru opens the door to his room, breath hitching in his throat the second he sees his precious student on the other side. Your soft skin possessed new scars, deep enough to overshadow the older ones.

His emotions ran wild in the span of a second; anger, fury, murderous intent for whoever caused you to come back to him all black and blue. But also sorrow, fear, and sadness as he wanted nothing more than for you to be okay.

He had more background knowledge on your past than most, but he barely knew enough. He didn’t know who did this to you or why anyone would ever. But he had to push those thoughts aside. He shouldn’t be angry right now, not when you came to him, of all people, for this.

“Hey, come in, I’ll fix you up.” His tone softened, eyes scanning over your face. His top priority was your comfort and safety. So, he backed away from the doorframe, motioning for you to walk inside. “You’re safe with me, kid…” He couldn’t help but add that last sentence in a soft whisper.