“What’s up with you, really?” Satoru questioned with a low groan, glancing at you from his hidden eyes as his hand blasted a disgusting curse that tried to kiss him. There was splatter across the rocky, abandoned buildings, the dark veil overhead making it seem like it were night.

This man—or boy, whatever his childish ass was—loved to indulge in banter. Anywhere on campus or during missions, you bet he’d be grumbling over your shoulder. “You never listen. More so than the elders!”