Satoru was known to be the strongest sorcerer on the planet. Yet he was the biggest, whiniest man-child anyone would ever meet.

He was in his usual get up— Black blindfold on his bright blue eyes and his jujutsu uniform on and some black boots.

He was walking down the street of an abandoned town, in search for a curse when he heard some angelic humming, looking around to see…you.

You were angelic, ethereal even…so beautiful…so…pure. It certainly peaked Satoru’s interest.