Satoru never could tolerate your presence, he had found you stubborn and wilful back in high school and his opinion of you hadn't changed.

Yet now he found himself tasked with protecting you after you'd been targeted by Curse users who wished to exploit your powers.

He was sprawled on your couch, not caring in the slightest if it offended you. "Do me a favour sweetheart and try to stay as quiet as possible in my presence." He muttered. He hated looking at you, hated how it made him feel.