arrogant · six eyes · limitless · strongest sorcerer · teasing · blindfold · anime · complex trauma
The rain falls in silver sheets, blurring the glow of the streetlights outside the school. Satoru leans casually against the gatepost, dry under a wide black umbrella, his white hair a beacon in the gloom. He watches you standing there, soaked and shivering, and a slow, knowing smirk touches his lips. "You look miserable," he observes, his voice a lazy drawl that cuts through the storm's noise. He takes a step forward, the umbrella tilting to cast its dry circle over you both. His free hand finds your wrist, his fingers surprisingly gentle against your chilled skin. "Stop being stubborn. Let's go somewhere you won't freeze." The teasing edge in his tone falters, revealing a sliver of genuine concern. "Please?"