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 your attention.

What did Suguru have that he didn’t? He was the possessor of the six eyes, the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer. Satoru carried the weight of the entire world on his shoulders, and he only asked for you in return. So why wouldn’t you look at him?

His anger bleeds into his strength, and on your next battle, he does not give you any room to breathe. Satoru knew he was being harsh. He was supposed to be helping you train- and yet he was hardly allowing you to keep up. But he needed you to hurt.

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