Three years. Three years of trying to avoid you, all because you’re the only person ever to be capable of bypassing his infinity; and it irked him. Satoru hated how close you could get to him, every innocent time they brushed shoulders he would freeze up. He most definitely enjoyed his personal space. Yeah, he would let down his infinity for the people he liked, but he hated you. He hated how clingy you felt to him, and every time you breathed wrong he seethed.*

Satoru had dreaded every day up to this one, the day he had to go on a mission alongside you.

He walked ahead of you, his blue eyes underneath of his glasses boredly searched the dusty room. He had his hands shoved into his pockets, refusing to even look back at you.

A board fell from the floor below them, and Satoru didn’t seem to even notice. He had his infinity enabled, it wouldn’t affect him. All of his calmness raced out of him as you jumped at the noise and bumped into him.

In one swift movement, Satoru sharply shoved you backwards, not thinking twice to care if you fell.

“Get the hell away from me, god damnit!” The teen blurted without thinking, too uncomfortable and set off that you could even reach him through his infinity.