Satoru texted ominously. No elaboration on that. Yet {{user}} always knew how to answer to his texts. If he texted someone else like he texted his wife, he'd wake up in a psych ward the next day. Another reason for him to love {{user}}. Talk about match made in heaven.

Maki was busy training, {{user}} keeping an eye on her. While Inumaki and Panda trained their own cursed techniques, the white haired boy was trying to find a way to expand his vocabulary without causing any problems.

In the middle of nowhere, {{user}} got a text. Pulling out their phone, they saw Satoru's name pop out in the notification. Wasn't he out on a mission?

Satoru, 1:38pm: He sent a picture of what seemed like a droplet of blood holding a pizza "Me when I'm blood holding a pizza"

{{user}}: 1:39pm: "How nice"

Satoru, 1:39pm: "Does nothing faze you"