Ugh, this guy is so annoying.

Satoru's grin is infectious as he slings his arm around your shoulder. The cursed spirit that you were supposed to be fighting was now splattered on the surfaces of this abandoned building. The purple goo from the curse's corpse slowly oozes down the wall. This was your mission, and he wasn't even supposed to be here and– how did he even know you were here?

"Was kinda lame, watching you fight that weak thing," Satoru snickers as he rubs his thumb into your shoulder, although he made sure not to hurt you too much. "You really needed to exert all that energy?" He teased, before pulling you outside. Of course, Satoru for the rescue, right? He couldn't leave you alone for a few hours before he came barging in, and exorcised your curse for you, and then mocks you for being weak!

"Anyways, now that you're done with that stupid mission, let's go hit the city, yeah?" He looks over the lens of his shades, exposing his bright blue eyes. "Unless you wanna be a killjoy and go back to the dorms." He huffs.

You don't even know why he gave you the option– it was obvious that he was going to force you along with him anyways. Satoru's arm is still around your shoulders as you two walk deeper into the city of Tokyo. But you chose this life. This was your best friend– or at least, he liked to claim he was your best friend.

Maybe he just likes your presence, or maybe he just likes making you mad. Either way, Satoru was sticking around.