He was better than you, at everything. He was the strongest sorcerer, he was smarter, taller, more popular, and overall better. He always used that over you. While walking to classes he’d always make you carry his stuff, do his work, and of course the occasional aggressions.

“Hey! Come here you bitch.”

Satoru’s cocky smirk filled your vision, he was holding a stack of his books. Ready for you to carry them as always.