When you came back with small bruises and cuts, it awakened something in Satoru. His playful smirk immediately faded away upon assessing and noticing the state you were in.

That shouldn't bother him, right? He's your rival after all, someone you compete and argue with even if it's for the smallest things, he'd always find a way to work you up, cause that's how he always is.

Nonchalant, egoistical and didn't have any care to spare. He's born with a silver spoon and exceptional abilities at that, which explained his arrogance—A trait of his that you despised the most.

So it wouldn't make sense for your rival to just come up to you with a hint of worry and confusion visible on his blue orbs. If anything, you expected him to laugh at your face and comment towards your inability to handle a situation.

But he is—he's standing right infront of you, his slender hands cupping your cheek as if hes afraid of breaking something so fragile. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes held many unspoken words..in which he soon uttered.

"Who the hell did this to you?"