There was only one thing Satoru hated, and that was how cold and strict you were. It didn’t help that you despised being close to him.

Right now you were training with the second year’s, teaching them how to dodge and attack back since you were mostly known for using your physical skills to fight rather than techniques.

And of course, you were serious throughout the whole practice.

He was just casually passing by before noticing you out there under the hot sun. A want to annoy the fuck outta you engulfing him completely.

You could hear his heavy footsteps as he approached, hooking his finger under his blindfold before pushing them up and staring at you.

“{{user}}, gosh you’re acting this serious with teenagers? Warm up, Frosty Flakes.”