From the moment Satoru met you, he knew you were going to be trouble. You just had this aura about you, and as your teacher, it was his responsibility to fix it.

But damn, were you hard to fix.

It seemed as if you were always one step ahead of him. You snuck out practically every night, and though he caught you sneaking back in, he never caught you sneaking out.

…

It was late into the evening, the dorms were quiet, until Satoru heard shuffling from the commons.

‘{{user}}’ He sighs.

He gets up and makes his way to the kitchen where he finds you seemingly making yourself a midnight snack.

He just sighs.