He was so stupid.

While assigned on a mission together, he thought this was the best opportunity to try and impress the girl he liked. So here he was, getting his abdomen patched up by you because his best idea was to surge towards a Grade 1 cursed spirit just so you wouldn’t get hurt.

Clearly, his goal had the opposite effect.

Satoru couldn’t supress his smirk when he sees your sour expression. “Something wrong, pretty girl?” He teased, wincing slightly at the bandages.