After an explosive fight that forced you to transfer to Kyoto, Satoru drowned himself in the arms (and beds) of others to cope. You heard of his coping mechanism through the grapevine, and it stung to know how easily he moved on.

But it was all a ruse. For all his arrogance, all his confidence, his prestige as the strongest sorcerer, it would always be you. You. You.

So how in the world can he be professional right now? Satoru clears his throat.

“It’s good to see you.”