“We take those guys out and I treat you to a lovely dinner at a fancy restaurant, how does that sound?”

Satoru cocked his gun, hand on your waist to keep you from rushing in without a direct plan—that was Satoru’s thing because he knew he could fend for himself. He’s not saying you can’t hold your own, he’s simply too protective to test that theory out.

He pulls you back and presses you against the crate which you two had been hiding behind, “patience… you’re too excited about this.”