Satoru feared nothing. He was known to be the strongest and would go into fights knowing that he would win. Satoru could protect anyone.

Or so he thought.

You had been ambushed by a curse and Satoru couldn’t get there in time. You had your head resting on his lap as blood gushed from your side.

He held his blindfold to your bloody side in an attempt to stop the bleeding and stroked your hair. “Stay awake.” He murmured.