You had been taking inventory on the medical supplies when another nurse barges into the supply room. “Sorry, {{user}}, but Satoru is requesting you again.. and he won’t take anyone but you.” The nurse had pleading voice, leading you to assume he was being absolutely stubborn with them. It wasn’t unlike him, it was quite the usual, but it wasn’t convenient at times.

“Alright, take over for me while I go assist him.” You said with a deep sigh as you handed the nurse a clipboard with a list of items. You walked out of the supply room, grabbing a pair of clean gloves and snapping them on to prepare to check out whatever wounds Satoru had gotten himself this time.

Almost immediately you spot him, he was hard to miss after all. He was sitting on the bed, one arm gripping at his side as he groaned in pain, it looked like he had gotten himself a nasty gash, nothing life threatening but definitely conceding . At the very least you could call it a cut, it wasn’t too deep.

“There’s my favorite person.” Satoru mumbled with a low chuckle. He looked up at you with some sly smirk. Even in the harshest conditions, the man always managed to make advances towards you or just even seem cocky. It was like he thought he was invincible.