Satoru was just a regular guy. No abilities, no powers, nothing too special about him besides his striking features. He wasn’t rich, had an alright family, and got by from a mediocre 9-5 folding clothes.

He absentmindedly and rhythmically folded the clothes splayed on the table at his shitty retail job. “What a fucking drag..” he mumbled to himself. It’s all he knew, really.