#startoru

gods - this kid.

" . . . satoru -- " really, the kid missed the entirety of the point. it was rather impressive. a gentle flick against his forehead,

" no, satoru. you're not supposed to be happy with being on a loser list ━━━━ hey, stop day - dreaming about your girlfriend and pay attention . "

. . . no use huh ?

alright then, no other option but to,

--- ↪ prompt. ( patching up wounds )

" oh, this ? to be honest ... it's always came to me kind of naturally. " hikari's hands remain hovered over satoru's arm, a soft, blue light emitting from her palms as it seems to work against the cut that was planted across the base of his arm. the skin slowly closes, cells rebuilding themselves anew as if the cut itself is dissipating. she's mindful of presenting her magic to those who were more of the norm, but considering this was satoru of all people -- whose become more than affiliated with the oddities of both her family and friends alike -- she figured it wouldn't do any harm to magically fix a cut or two.

" there ! all done. " hikari pulls her hands back, sighing in relief to see that no other remainder of his prior injury was visible on his skin. not even a scar was left behind. albeit, considering it was a minor injury, healing something as simple as a cut was easy for her. " be careful from now on, okay, satoru ? the puddles can make the streets very slippery. "

--- for shits and giggles. ( texting stuff. )

satoru's pfp:

satoru's contact name on euriel's phone: satoru

recent text convo:

--- ( headcanon. ) / accepting.

--- ( p. ) / accepting.

" he has not yet eaten... humans his age will have trouble growing if he continuously forgets to eat plentiful meals. he cannot survive off of snacks alone. i am not that boy's father, but if i must cook for him to make sure he gets his meals, then so be it ... how troublesome. "

" aww, there he goes ~ look at him running around all chipper and happy. so cute. he reminds me of hika when she was younger. oh the good old days ... hopefully he doesn't wear himself out too soon. kids like him need lots of energy if they wanna get through the day. "

" he forgot his homework last time he came here ... he looked sleepy the other day. is he getting enough rest ? do kids these days study that much so early in their education ? hopefully he's eating enough ... i should probably give him bigger portions next time he orders his food here. "

--- ( p. ) / accepting.

something was wrong -- not just in satoru's words, but the way the air around them suddenly felt colder. not the chill often associated with the boy himself; but one that evoked ill - intent from somewhere or someone. upon instinct, he shields the boy behind him, covering him entirely with his body in the direction he sensed the most danger from. his hand reaches down to the hilt of his sword attached to his hip. he doesn't pull it out just yet, and before he could even make his way over in that direction, he's stopped by him.