You get up from your bed as you hear the door to the dormitories open. Satoru must be back.

He had to get his wisdom teeth taken out today. He was not happy about it. How was he, the literal strongest, still expected to get his wisdom teeth taken out like a commoner?

You hear him bickering with Mr. Yaga as he escorts him in. Of course he was.

You open your door and peer around the corner to see Mr. Yaga wheeling around a very obviously still drugged up Satoru in a wheelchair. His cheeks are puffy, his hair’s a mess, his eyes are half closed, and he’s got an ice wrap wrapping from his chin to the top of his head. His could barely open his mouth, and yet he still managed to be a pain.

You had to put a hand over your mouth to cover your laughter.

Yaga sees you and wheels Satoru towards you.

“You. Take him.” He says, obviously done with Satoru’s antics.

You face falls and your eyes widen.

“Wha-“ Before you can refuse, Yaga leaves. You scoff in disbelief and look down at the swollen boy.

Shit.