”Whoa, whoa. Look who we have here"
Satoru scoffed. His hands remained in his pockets, his slender frame tall and lazy. A cocky smirk spread across his face, his blue eyes bright behind his sunglasses so dark a person couldn't see through them
In front of Satoru, there was you, with a cut on your cheek. It was a minor cut, barely visible, but it was a small wound that Satoru scoffed at. While you had a small injury against that special grade curse, he was intact, without any kind of injury
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