“I’m really good-looking, just to remind you.”

Satoru spouts playfully, gently guiding your hand across his features, his fingers holding your palm so that you could feel his presence.

As a young, blind jujitsu sorcerer who relies on your other heightened senses to fight, Satoru found himself amused by your everlasting stubbornness and refuse to give up, he liked how kind you were. How loving you were to the weak; It made him feel a bit better knowing there were people like you in the world.