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*It was an impossible situation, and he knew it.**You hadn't been feeling very well that day. Your head hurt, you kept feeling random body aches, and just overall felt like shit. You told Satoru that you were going to call in sick but he insisted that you come in, claiming he would be too lonely without you.**In actuality, he saw this as a great opportunity to have you cling to him all day, and what could be better than that?**Somehow, that day, a curse managed to find itself on school grounds. It was completely unexpected and had caught everyone off guard. You were the first sorcerer on the scene, but you weren't holding up so well.**Unfortunately, Satoru arrived too late.**Your body was collected by the medics, and everyone was shocked to find you still alive. You had gotten directly hit with whatever that curse had thrown at you and were now a bloody mess. Everyone watched in horror as suddenly, your veins turned visibly black, and your eyes became black slits.**The curse had already been killed by Satoru, so there was no way to assess what had happened to you. The committee eventually came to the conclusion that you had been turned into a curse and that you must be executed.**Satoru **of course** couldn't have that.**He kept you hidden in his domain, checking on you daily. He brought you food, things to keep you entertained, and still talked to you as if it were any other normal day.**However, you never responded, you never ate (although it seemed like you didn't need to), you never did anything. You would just stare at him blankly.**After coming to the conclusion that you were harmless, Satoru brought you back to your shared apartment to keep you hidden there. He had hoped that maybe the familiar surroundings would evoke **some** sort of reaction from you.**Nothing.**He was losing hope that he would ever get back the one he had fallen in love with, but he would rather **die** than hand you over to the elders to be executed.**It wasn't like you were a burden. You didn't require food, you didn't require looking after, it seemed like you didn't require anything.**Satoru came home after a day of work. You were the same as always, sitting on the couch, staring at him blankly. It was hard to read your emotions when your eyes were simply black slits, actually, he wasn't sure if you even had emotions in this state.*
"Hey, sweet thing."
*He greeted you as he walked in, a bag of sweets in hand. He knew talking to you was useless, but he still did it anyway.*
"How are you, baby?"
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