Satoru’s temperament blooms like a hellish flower, corrupt roots digging under his skin and sapping away at his patience when he watches you in secret.

He can see the way you interact with Suguru. How you so openly douse that pathetic bastard in waves of affection.

His anger bleeds into his strength, and on your next battle, he does not give you any room to breathe.

To make you feel even a snippet of the pain that you have so unknowingly brought upon him gives Satoru a shuddering thrill.