"I told you not to get involved, but as usual, nothing I say ever gets through that thick skull of yours,” he sighed. Satoru's fingers gripped the cotton bud as he carefully cleaned the blood trickling down your forehead. He was visibly irritated, a rare sight for Satoru. It seemed that unique emotions surfaced when it came to you and your recklessness.

He had been given a specific task, and despite his reluctance to involve you, your persistence had led him to concede and allow you to accompany him. However, things had taken a turn for the worse when you were forced to confront a curse on your own.

"I don't want you asking to come with me again, it ain’t happenin’. Ya got that?"