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Satoru's been making gaming videos since he was a nineteen-year-old ambitionless college student. It wasn't originally his idea, either; it was his roommates. After watching Satoru absolutely annihilate a difficulty eleven MuseDash master song level without blinking once or even breaking a sweat, staring at the shiny gold 'S' displayed on the screen in awe, they told him to post it on YouTube.
Like it was that easy? That people on the internet would watch a no commentary, no facecam video of Satoru playing his silly little rhythm games? Life was never that easy.
But YouTube was.
The rhythm game community was small but loyal. They knew exactly where their interests lay, and apparently, Satoru was now one of those interests.
@ToruTakes_It • 854 subscribers • 7 videos
He donned the username ToruTakes_It and uploaded as frequently as he could while still being a college student with a low-budget laptop. It's a good time; he gets to play the game he loves and prove his skills at the same time.
Life goes on, and semesters come and go. The views stack up, going from hundreds to thousands seemingly overnight. Satoru is slowly becoming a household name in the rhythm game community.
People can't believe just how good he is; some even let him know.
@muser223 7 hours ago
its sus how this mf refuses to address the cheating allegations
125 likes
@mikuExo001 10 hours ago
No facecam? No hand eye tracking? No commentary?? Yeahhhh this guys a cheater
15 likes
@glbaljokerburo7 15 hours ago
Golden ‘S’ on master lvl 11 edm track? ToruTakes_It nah ToruFakes_It
245 likes
The hate comments pile up, and Satoru reaches the breaking point after seeing the same dickhead continuously commenting under all his videos.
@glbaljokerburo7 1 day ago
He uses autoclicker.. If u want to see real skill check out my channel and not this bozo
78 likes
Satoru Gojo would always be, first and foremost, a petty, smart-mouthed bitch.
So he buys a headset with a decent microphone and a shitty forty-five dollar webcam and has his best friend, Suguru, stand on the thick wood of his dorm room desk and record an overhead shot of his keyboard― cheater?
Satoru didn't need to cheat. He was the best.
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100% the HARDEST song in MuseDash | ouroVoros ― Negentropy (11) | WITH FACE & KEY CAM
75,845 views 6 hours ago
Suck my ass you D rank loser or shut the fuck up in my comments @glbaljokerburo7 mf subscriber hunting in my videos is CRAZY, unsubcribe weirdo! :P
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He might've gone a bit overboard, but the video blew up out of nowhere, driving the internet wild.
100% the HARDEST song in MuseDash | ouroVoros ― Negentropy (11) | WITH FACE & KEY CAM
687,517 views 15 hours ago
@jkjkwondrwall 1 hour ago
The key cam keeps wobbling?? Does this guy have someone standing over him???? LMAO he's insane i gotta subscribe
@tautau274 1 hour ago
Oh??? He's adorable!!
10 likes
@vah33nee 3 hours ago
Damn whoever this @glbaljokerburo7 is gotta kill himself fr u let a gay dude embarass you in 4k wickeddd
99 likes
@wabbb11111 3 hours ago
Recording from the inside of a microwave…. We gon get u some utube money man keep ur chin up
254 likes
@lilLolbad06 5 hours ago
cute boy playing rhythm games?? sign me tf up
@ToruTakes_It • 14.5K subscribers • 30 videos
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Six years later…
@ToruTakes_It • 13.5M subscribers • 2802 videos
About
Hi! I'm Toru <3
Point n Click Horror Enthusiast
Rhythm Game Assassin
#1 on Global MuseDash Leaderboard (87x)
The Butterfly Effect HATES to see me coming!
(I stream every Monday on YouTube & every Saturday on Twitch at 5pm EST)
Links
Twitch
twitch.tv/ToruTakes_It
instagram.com/ToruTakes_Pics
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Satoru grows up right alongside his viewers, who are with him through top surgery, breaking up with his first real boyfriend, and dropping out of college. They comfort him when he has a massive fight with his best friend and roommate Suguru that leads to Satoru moving out and them not speaking to eachother for an entire year and they're still with him when the two of them finally makeup.
Things change.
He switches up the games he plays, adds fun behind-the-scenes content, does stupid challenges, and even plays a prank on Suguru once. He starts streaming twice a week, attending conventions, and interacting with his fans more often. He builds an absolutely batshit insane community.
They are feral, nosy, and insatiable. Of course they go rabid when Satoru slips up on stream and mentions his boyfriend.
Torutakis: yo what
toruistakingME: BOYFIRND
Ne33dlewhew: im so glad i decided to skip class today
glbaljokerburo7hater: look at how red he is NO WAY toru’s in loveee
spritetakesET: tell us about him!!
Torutakis: please plz pleaplsepls
Toruismymuse_: come onn tell ussssssss
Toj_fushibro: if u dont say something im putting my kid up for adoption
Toj_fushibro: his future is in your hands now
Toj_fushibro: good luck
Torutakis: ayo?? @Toj_fushibro
Satoru reads the chat with a smile. "I can't say a lot; he's a pretty private guy," he says cheekily, checking that he's still live on his computer monitor before he minimizes create-a-sim. He could do the ugly-to-beautiful challenge another day.
Gossiping was always more important.
"Listen up. Ah, shit―" He leans in close to the camera pulling his microphone arm with him when he goes; it gets caught on the cord of his pink cat ear headphones and makes him yelp, flailing to untangle the wire quickly. "Ok listen, I'm only going to talk about him this one time, you little vultures."
Torutakis: everybody SHT TF UP
spritetakesET: im sat
Toj_fushibro: damn.. @everyone any1 want a kid?
Ne33dlewhew: @Toj_fushibro ur kid must hate you
mcr.meg34: @Ne33dlewhew i do. toru is the only thing keeping us from fighting
mcr.meg34: @Toj_fushibro i am 17 u cant just give me away
Toruismymuse_: yall got prblms … @mcr.meg34 @Toj_fushibro
vah33nee: bck 2 the bf topic plz
Satoru laughs at the responses, familiar with the father-son duo. They always fight in his chats. When it first started, Satoru wonders if he should get Suguru to ban them or reach out to the poor kid whose father seemingly wants nothing to do with him.
But he unexpectedly got the chance to meet both of them at Vidcon a few years back when a nervous fifteen-year-old stopped him in the parking lot and asked for a picture, shakily introducing himself and the grumpy older man standing behind him, waving the kid on encouragingly.
Megumi and Toji. A widowed single father and his son.
Losing a wife and a mother was hard, and becoming a single parent overnight was even harder, Toji explained, thanking Satoru for making his son smile during tough times. When Megumi drifted away, Satoru's videos brought them back together, giving them something to bond over.
Satoru cried like a baby all the way to the airport, staring at the selfie he took with the family on his personal cell phone. He never wanted to forget about the two of them, and they made sure he never would, still arguing in his chat years later.
Satoru hums, smiling at the memory. "He's three years older than me and owns a tattoo shop. I'm not saying the name, so don't even ask! He like comic books, art, and sleeping."
Ne33lewhew: tattoo shop? Toru got him a bodymod daddy
Lala1take_it: hes blushinggggggggg
spritetakesET: oh i just know hes hot
Toruismymuse_: @spritetakesET he gotta be if he pulled Toru
Toruismymuse_: when u look up 10 in the dictionary its just a pic of toru smiling
lilLolbad06: real asf that face card never declines BABYYY
"You guys are so sweet." Satoru blushes at the rapid fire comments telling him how beautiful he is. "I'd say I'm higher than ten though. But, then again, you can't put a number on a face as angelic as mine; there's just no way to measure."
dietdrT: yall need to chill Toru’s ego is big enough
mcr.meg34: somebody madd lmao
Torutakis: bro really heated cause Toru got self confidence L
mcr.meg34: L
lilLolbad06: L get a job @dietdrT
He snorts at the chat, then he lets the snarky tone drop into something subdued, a touch of vulnerability in his tone as he picks at his fingernails. "I love him; he takes good care of me, and I try my best to take care of him as well, but he's so independent. Always insisting on doing all the hard work himself."
"He's quiet, I talk his head off for hours, and he just lets me do it― will lay on my stomach and let me rant until he falls asleep right in the middle of my freaking sentence. Plus, he snores like a damn bear, it's awful." Satoru complains but the lovesick sigh behind the complaints exposes the truth.
dietdrT: ye thats cute n all but does he know about ur T1 ?
dietdrT: hope he knows what he signed up for
dietdrT: wasnt it too much 4 ur last bf 2 deal with
Ne33lewhew: yo?? @dietdrT tf is wrong with you
Torutakis: @dietdrT k7s
Lala1take_it: @mod ban this @dietdrT dkhead
Suguwoowoo (mod): damn thats kinda funny.. he chewed a little
@dietdrT has been banned
Suguwoowoo (mod): dont @ me again im sleeping
"Why the hell did I make Suguru's hater ass a mod again?" Satoru complains, rolling his eyes. "To answer dietdrTaints' question, yes, he knows about my diabetes. Not that it fucking matters either way―" He scoffs. "Its so crazy to me that my incurable disease gets me more hate than me being trans?"
He's not even upset. It's just such a weird thing to get flak for. "Oh damn, man, you got a pussy? Mm...Ehh, okay no big deal.” Satoru mocks. "Wait... Your pancreas doesn't work? Damn no wonder your boyfriend left you. How fucking dumb does that sound?"
Ne33lewhew: transphobia is out ! ableism is in!
Lala1take_it: u heard it here first guys
lilLolbad06: dietdr TAINT is crazy
lilLolbad06: u didnt have to cook tht hard
wopwop33: eveytime i show up late its to toru roasting some1
needITbad: god take ur toughest battles and give them to user dietdr taint
Suguwoowoo (mod): amen
Suguwoowoo (mod): manifest
Lala1take_it: but ur sleeping tho ? @mod
Suguwoowoo (mod): and miss the bombing of dietdr taint in 1080p ? no way
lilLolbad06: i hope this moment makes it into the torutakesit idiots of the week compilation
Suguwoowoo (mod): already clipped it
Satoru hoped they’d be satisfied with the tiny details he’d given them during this stream, that they would respect Satoru’s decision and stop asking about his boyfriend, and they do. Sure, they make small comments here and there, but no one outright demands to see the man, thankfully, content with the minuscule information provided.
Until he’s in the middle of hosting a 24-hour charity stream, and said boyfriend calls Satoru right as he hits the 18-hour mark.
He’s playing Little Misfortune, and they’ve barely made it safely to Benjamin the Fox’s cabin in the woods when Satoru feels the telltale signs of his sugar dropping.
He’s dizzy, the bright colors on his PC monitor are a tinge too harsh, his pink kitty headphones a bit too heavy around his head, he can hear the quickening beats of his heart louder than the actual game audio, and he can’t remember how long it’s been since his last meal.
Satoru blinks at the LED digital clock to his left― 6:30 pm. He’d been streaming for about eighteen hours now and couldn’t recall what he’d eaten. He knows he had dinner with Sukuna right before the stream and remembers taking his insulin, but it’s all static after that.
That’s not good.
He presses the ‘ESC’ button on his keyboard, pausing the game and noticing how his fingers tremble slightly with the action.
Not good, at all.
He takes his headset off and sets it on the desk with a tiny sigh of relief, which helps relieve some pressure on his temples. Satoru sees the chat going crazy, asking why he paused it when the game was just getting to the good part.
Torunoticeme: man no way he’s gonna end this on a cliff hanger
IM_coattoru: ??? we still have 6 hrs to go dont wuss out
needITbad: i doubt he would stop for no reason smths wrong
6eyetakes: @needITbad yeah u see the way he just winced at the screen
6eyetakes: he might need a break
takeAwalk: man up !! im tryna see if this girl dies or not we r so far in the storyyy
gulptoru: dude his hands r shaking
Ne33lewhew: toru’s been on for 18hrs straight :/ he might need a break
IM_coattoru: stop being such pussies he’s a grown ass man
“Everybody take a deep breath, I’m not ending the stream, for Christ's sake. We’re just taking a fifteen-minute recess so I can get my shit together.” He says, reassuring the chat as he scoots back in his plush gaming chair to reach for the snack drawer under his desk, filled up by his boyfriend right before he left for this very reason.
Satoru swore up and down that he’d pay attention to his CGM alerts, go to the kitchen to get something to eat when needed, and have the healthy lunch Sukuna slaved over and put in the fridge for him. That all flew right out the window as soon as Satoru turned the camera on.
So here he was, tearing through a fun-size pack of gummy bears in HD, thanking the heavens that Sukuna had enough brain cells for both of them.
gulptoru: THIS MFS SUGAR IS LOW
IM_coattoru: mf 26 and rather play video games than pay attention to his health
IM_coattoru: wicked work truly
needITbad: is that why his phone keeps going off? @gulptoru i thought it was bf
Torutakis: i cant even defend u bruh
“First of all! You guys are the ones who get mad if I leave to use the damn bathroom, when was I supposed to find time to eat something when there are thousands of cry babies begging me not to go?” Satoru pops a cherry-flavored bear in his mouth and looks straight into the camera with narrowed eyes. “One of these days, the attachment issues y’all have are going to kill me.”
gulptoru: nahhh dont try to blame us lmaoo we didnt even say anything this time
IM_coattoru: u need to take better care of urself toru seriously
Torutakis: yeah man
needITbad: dont miss meals bc of ppl whining the real fans will wait for u
freakbobaintsht: i would love it if u took more bathroom breaks .. im tryna hear u fry chicken in there no complaints here at all
Torutakis: his freaky ass said drop the piss audio
freakbobaintsht: i know its loud
Ne33lewhew: why cant u have normal fans
“Don’t kink shame freakbob, this is a judgment-free zone,” Satoru says, tossing the last few gummy bears in his mouth, not waiting to finish chewing before he continues. “I mean, I don’t do shit for free―well, besides this stream, but raising money for low-income queer kids and fulfilling someone's watersports fantasy are two different things.”
freakbobaintsht: im in love with u id give u my life savings
Torutakis: u must be new around here
needITbad: yeh toru got a bf
Toruismymuse_: some sexy tattoo artist
freakbobaintsht: damn i just subbed last night i dont know the fkn lore
“Yeah, sorry, freakbob, it wouldn’t work anyway, I’m not into piss, way too messy. Plus, my boyfriend would squeeze you until you popped like a ketchup packet if he heard you say that to me.” Satoru laughs, grabbing the water bottle resting by his feet and quickly twisting the cap off, but he can’t even drink it; he’s laughing too hard. “I swear, I’m not laughing at you, freakbob. The image is just fucking hilarious.”
Torutakis: toru is 2 cuteeee
freakbobaintsht: is this how people feel when babies laugh?
freakbobaintsht: i know im the butt of the joke but it feels good to see him smile
freakbobaintsht donated 800.00 dollars
needITbad: oh shittt freakbob got moneyy
Toruismymuse_: toru’s smile bout to ruin another financial future
Toruismymuse_: any1 remember @crazy4toru
Ne33lewhew: aint tht the girl who spent 26k on superchats in the span of like three days
needITbad: what a girlboss
“Thank you for the donation, freakbob, and for a laugh,” Satoru beams, taking a sip of water now that he’d calmed down, no longer in danger of spilling it all over his setup. “I think we’re good to start playing again. Sorry for the wait. I'll pay better attention for these last few―” His cell phone ringing cuts his sentence short.
Vibrating violently, the ringing blares from where his phone rests face down on the desk. He usually doesn't answer calls while streaming, but he can at least text the person, letting them know he’ll call back when he has time. Satoru picks up the phone, scanning over the caller ID so quickly that he almost misses who’s calling.
The caller ID says ‘Ryo-Chan,’ accompanied by a tiger emoji and way too many orange hearts. He turns the screen towards his camera excitedly, “Guys, my boyfriend is calling me! What do I do?! Should I answer it?”
Torutakis: OH MY GOD ANSER
Toruismymuse_: ANSWER IT WHATS WRONG WITH U
The chat goes insane, everyone begging Satoru to answer the phone, wanting to know more about the mysterious tattoo artist practically foaming at the mouth in anticipation, key smashes getting less elaborate and more authentic. Satoru has to give the people what they want, it’s his job to entertain. So he answers the phone and puts it on speaker with a wink.
“Kuna!” He greets happily. “Hii~ How’s work?” If he’s too loud, the man on the other end doesn’t complain. Satoru keeps his eyes on the chat while he waits for Sukuna to respond.
It takes a split second for Sukuna to muster up the energy to actually speak, but soon enough, his rough voice spills from the speaker. “So your phone does work, then? " he says cryptically.
Toruismymuse_: he sounds so hot w t f
needITbad: he sounds kinda mad….
Ne33lewhew: im about to cream my pants WHY does he sounf like that
“Huh? Of course, my phone works.” Satoru hums confusedly, tapping at his notifications. “Did I miss your text or something?” There are no missed messages from the man, only two notifications from his glucose-tracking app and a stupid cat meme from Suguru.
“I received an alert ten minutes ago from your CGM and another, moments before I called you. If I saw them, then I know without a doubt you did, too. Are you being careless on purpose?” Sukuna asks, and the small speaker does nothing to soften his no-nonsense tone; it only makes it worse, makes his voice heavier.
Ne33lewhew: do yall think we could convince him 2 moan on the phone a few times
Torutakis: real tbh
freakbobaintsht: but im the freak ?
Satoru forgot that the stupid little sensor suck to his arm wasn't just linked to the app on his phone but Sukuna’s as well. It was set up as a valid safety precaution, but it feels like nothing but a nuisance now.
“It wasn’t a good time to pause the game. We were running through the woods and―” Satoru starts to whine and pout strongly as he tries to plead his case. Sukuna doesn’t want to hear it. Cause he’s a big softie who can’t say no to Satoru when he brings out the puppy dog eyes.
“I don’t care about some imaginary friend boss battle, Satoru.” He says flatly. Satoru can practically hear his frown on the phone.
needITbad: damn tough crowd
“It’s for charity!” Satoru tries.
“Now I really don’t care.” Sukuna adds talking over Satoru’s scandalized fake gasp. “Take a break from the weirdos on the internet and take care of yourself. I have two and a half more hours of shading to get through. I can’t do my job if I'm too busy worrying about you, now can I?”
Ne33lewhew: ill be a werido on the internet if he keeps sounding like that
Torutakis: im kind of jealous of Toru..
Satoru bites the inside of his cheek, snark on the tip of his tongue. “You must suck at your job if you can’t multitask.”
Sukuna huffs. “I can multitask just fine, you brat. Do you need a reminder?”
Toruismymuse_: oh that man is putting toru through the mattress do yall see his face??
Ne33lewhew: i think i just found a new religion
freakbobaintsht: i just need to see them together once
needITbad: @Toruismymuse_ i might be going crazy this is all im going to think about for the rest of my life
Oh, he’d love one.
“Maybe~”
“Too bad. I’m busy.” He says, shooting down Satoru’s attempt at deflecting with a bored ease. “Get your sugar up, or I'm turning off the damn internet.” And Satoru knows it's not a threat. He’s had the wifi go out way too many times during his two-week-long obsession with Overwatch for it to be a coincidence.
Sukuna was the devil.
“If you’d be a good boyfriend and watch my stream, you’d already know I’m handling it.” Satoru sticks his tongue out at his phone like Sukuna can see him.
“Play Lies of P, and I’ll turn it on while I work.” He compromises.
That’s not a fucking compromise.
“Ryo! You know I suck at RPGs! I’m still stuck on Archbishop Andreus.” Satoru whines.
Sukuna barks out a laugh, a wheezy, gruff, ugly thing that makes Satoru feel all tingly inside. “That’s so fucking embarrassing.” He snorts, and then he hangs up right in Satoru’s face.
Satoru stares at his phone then he looks up to read the chat.
lilLolbad06: thts rlly embarrassing toru
Torutakis: No way he laughed in ur face lmaooo
IM_coattoru: L beat the game in 15hrs
IM_coattoru: knowing Toru he didn’t even make it 2 second stage
freakbobaintsht: u guys are too cute
Torutakis: im bout to start a fan club
Satoru switches games to his viewer's delight, booting up Lies of P with extreme prejudice. He stands at the cathedral doors and collects the Ergo he knows he’ll only end up losing again, when another person donates to the stream.
RYOsuckz donated 2500.00 dollars
RYOsuckz: for the love of god bring a fucking FIRE grindstone
RYOsuckz: stop fucking around with his small head and go for his tail. bodyshot then doge rinse and REPEAT
RYOsuckz donated 1500.00 dollars
RYOsuckz: working now. dont embarrass me, kill this fucker in less than 3 tries
It's easy to tell who it is. He didn’t even bother changing the stupid username Satoru gave him. Only Sukuna would come into his stream, drop four thousand dollars, and then tell Satoru not to embarrass him.
He can’t stand the man.
With Sukuna’s guidance, it only took Satoru two tries to emerge victorious from the battle against the Archbishop; even if he had only twenty HP left, he’d won.
Satoru loved his boyfriend so fucking much.
And so did everybody else.
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If you told Miwa that she’d end up skipping not only dinner, but her homework and her nighttime skin routine because her favorite YouTuber in the entire world decided to turn her boring Friday night on its head by finally showing his infamous boyfriend, she’d say you were making fun of her, trying to rile her up for something that would never happen, and those words hadn’t even come from her but from Toru himself.
Wanting to maintain his boyfriend's privacy, and she can’t help but wonder what made them change their minds.
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It's the first video on her homepage, with an ominous black thumbnail. Leave it to Toru to build suspense. She moves the cursor to hover over the video but doesn’t click it, not yet. She needs to prepare herself, take a few breaths to collect her thoughts, and maybe try to guess what the mysterious boyfriend will look like. She tries her best, but all her stunted eighteen-year-old brain can remember is the deep sound of the man's voice.
She needs to hear it again and finally put a face to the voice that scratches her behind the ears just right.
She blinks once, takes a breath, and clicks the livestream.
The video loads and Miwa immediately notices it’s not Toru’s usual setup. Instead, the camera is in the living room, a place Miwa’s only seen a few times. First, in the video where Toru throws his best friend and editor, Suguru, a birthday party, then another video where Toru unboxes fan mail sent to his PO box, and now, for a third time, to introduce his boyfriend.
It’s the same lavish, plush orange couch, only this time there are shelves on the wall behind it covered in comic book paraphilia. Most of it is Deadpool-related, with some healthy splashes of Spider-Man. Miwa has to admit it's a nice collection; it looks expensive.
Then she remembers Toru talking about how much his boyfriend loved comic books, along with the fact that these shelves were put up recently. Given that Toru’s PO fanmail unboxing video was only four months ago, it’s easy to figure out that Toru’s velvet-voiced boyfriend has moved in!
How exciting!
Maybe that’s why this reveal was happening. It's kind of hard to avoid the camera when you live with a streamer.
There are some shuffling sounds behind the camera, and then Miwa’s sunshine himself plops happily on the couch, waving with a smile. Toru looks softer than usual, bundled up in a soft grey hoodie and light pink sweatpants. His face is soft, and his eyes are sleepy. His hair is tousled like he’d taken a nap, and then he hopped right on stream.
He’s adorable. Miwa thinks, gushing, kicking her feet underneath her covers.
Toru turns to look at something to his left for a moment, and then he’s speaking.
“Hi, guys! First, let me just say sorry for changing the stream time. It was last minute, but someone,” he looks pointedly to his left again, “insisted that we take a nap and then never set an alarm! So we’re three hours behind schedule, but that's alright; everyone made it.”
He claps his hands once. “Okay! I know you read the title and are probably a little disappointed to see just me sitting here even though I look so cute right now, but I’m not the man all fifty thousand of you are here to see.” Toru rolls his eyes.
“He’s making me a snack even though I told him I was fine.” He explains getting louder at the end so the other man could hear him complain properly, but he’s clearly happy.
“It’s eight o'clock at night. Stop screaming, you spoiled brat.” And it’s the same rough tone as before, only this time, it gets louder as the man walks over to meet Toru on the couch.
“You need to fucking eat, and it’s my job to feed you. Can’t have you wasting away 'cause you don’t know what fruits and vegetables are.” He finally comes into the camera view, but his back is turned, too busy chewing Toru out for his lack of nutrition knowledge.
And Christ, is he large. He’s very much taller than Toru, which is a feat itself because the man was six feet tall. He has broad, solid shoulders covered in a black hoodie that looks exactly like the one Toru sometimes wears in his videos. He bends down to give Toru the snack he prepared, and Miwa sees the man press a kiss into Toru’s white hair before sitting beside him on the couch and, oh.
Oh man.
Oh, man.
Oh. Man.
Miwa’s poor heart can’t take much more. He’s hot. Toru’s boyfriend is mind-bogglingly sexy.
He’s got spikey cropped pink hair that fades effortlessly into a neat black undercut. A handsome face with a shapely jaw, sharp red eyes, and a thick crooked hooked nose, like it’s been broken and set way too many times and slits in his full brows, but that's not the star of the show, no.
The man’s littered with piercings and tattoos. He’s got thick black gauges and a glitter of silver spikes nestled artfully in ear cartilage, a silver bar in his eyebrow, a spiked rod through his nose bridge, and two sharp silver snakebites.
Thick, black, angular, almost tribal face tattoos frame his triangle-shaped under-eye scars and map out his jawline. There's a peek of ink on his neck that disappears under his hoodie, and Miwa is dying to know what they look like. He’s scowling when he talks, and it shows off his teeth, putting the shiny razor-edged gold left canine on display. Miwa thinks about how Toru described the man.
A tiger.
A solitary predator.
He should look out of place in Toru’s brightly colored life, but he fits right in. Nestled in the living room's shelves, in Toru’s kitchen, in the reaches of Toru’s heart.
Toru slaps the tiger's shoulder with one hand, the other holding a wooden bowl of red fruit carefully. “I know enough about nutrition to know it’s unnatural to put tomatoes and strawberries in the same bowl.”
“The tomatoes are for me.” The man barely stirs and blinks slowly like a satisfied feline.
“Eh? You wanted to eat with me? That’s so romantic, Ryo!” Toru squeals, the bowl teetering dangerously in his grip. Thankfully, the tiger notices and takes the bowl from Toru’s erratic hands.
“Careful.” He warns but doesn’t deny his boyfriend's claims. “You going to introduce me, or am I supposed to do it myself? I don’t know how this stuff works.” He asks, reaching for a cherry tomato with black-painted fingernails.
“I got it, don’t worry.” Toru gives a slight reassuring nod to the man before addressing the audience. “Ok, guys, this is my boyfriend, Sukuna! Some of you probably heard all about him already or heard his voice during one of my streams. Sukuna is here to help me celebrate fifteen million subscribers by doing the boyfriend tag!” He says, waving jazz hands enthusiastically.
Toru gestures at the camera. “Wave to everybody, Ryo.”
Sukuna glances in the viewfinder small and awkwardly, says a flat “Hey,” and pops the tomato in his mouth.
“We’re going to answer some of you guys' questions about our relationship.” Toru pulls his phone from in between the couch cushion and waves it around. “I asked you to submit questions to my Instagram about a week ago, so keep watching to see if yours gets answered!”
Sukuna pays no attention to the camera, too busy trying to feed Toru a strawberry, poking at his lips with the fruit while he’s still speaking, black ink stains his fingers, and it’s hard for Miwa to make out the letters as the tracking lense blurs for a moment before refocusing.
Spelled out across knobby knuckles is ‘Toru’ in striking dark ink, with a delicate infinity symbol right above the letter ‘O’ written on his middle finger.
Miwa makes sure to read carefully, pulling her laptop closer to her face as she spells aloud in her bedroom. The letters stay the same, never changing, and she can’t help but wonder how long they’ve been together.
Getting someone's name etched forever on your body wasn’t something couples did on a whim―unless they were stupid, but Sukuna doesn’t strike her as an impulsive person, Toru―yes, but him? Not at all.
He must really love Toru.
She’s about to make the chat visible, hovering over the speech bubble icon with her cursor because she knows she's not the only one who sees the tattoo. However, she finds that the chat button is nowhere to be found.
Weird. Toru never turns off the chat. He loves talking with everyone, even arguing with the trolls that sometimes pop up.
Maybe he’s being considerate to his partner? Sukuna does look a bit queasy whenever Toru points to the camera. Perhaps the chat would be too much for him?
Ugh! Miwa needed to see what everyone else thought about this Sukuna guy!
Any other time, she’d pull her phone out and live tweet, but she doesn’t want to miss any questions trying to reply to her mutuals― who are undoubtedly also losing their minds about this.
“Knock it off. I’m trying to talk here!” Toru huffs, batting at his boyfriend's hand with little to no success.
The pink-haired man frowns slightly. “Eat, Carissimo.” he presses, fingers insistent, pierced tongue curling expertly around the word. Affection and annoyance rolled into one, creating a tone unlike anything Miwa’s heard before. It makes Toru smile, a silly, dopey edge, as he eats the strawberry. His pretty, plush pink lips lightly grazing Sukuna’s fingers.
Huh? Was that Italian? Did Toru bag himself a super hot foreign boyfriend? Italy was one of the most romantic countries in the world!
“Good.” Sukuna nods, pulling his hand back to suck the stray strawberry juice from his fingertips. The action is plain, an absent-minded gesture. Still, the underlying intimacy lurking around the edges of their interaction has Miwa blushing, like she’s in the room with both men―third wheeling.
Toru doesn’t wait to finish chewing before he’s talking again, tapping at his phone. “Alright! Our first question!”
@slothoru asks: Would I rather hug or kiss my partner?
It takes Toru two seconds to think. “I think I’d rather have a hug. Getting a hug from Ryo feels like getting squeezed to death by a mountain bear! I love it.” He says brightly, tapping at Sukuna’s massive thigh. “What about you, Kuna?”
“Neither.” The man in question shrugs, face unexpressive.
Miwa expects Toru’s face to fall, for that happy expression to fade away, and for her to have a reason not to like this seemingly perfect boyfriend of her favorite YouTuber, but that doesn’t happen.
Toru just pouts obnoxiously, “What do you mean neither! Look at how cute I am!” he boasts, throwing up a peace sign and winking first to his boyfriend and then to the camera. “How could you not want to kiss this face?”
Sukuna isn’t moved by Toru’s super cute charms, throwing an arm behind Toru’s back to rest on the couch cushions with ease. He tilts his head toward the camera, but those crimson eyes stay on Toru. “I rather just fuck you if we’re being honest.”
Miwa thanks god that the microphone isn’t held in Toru’s hands or clipped to their hoodies. Thank god that this man's voice isn’t up close and personal because she’d be dead. She never thought herself to be one of those fans who sat behind the computer and imagined real people doing real explicit things to eachother, but there was a first time for everything.
The way Toru turns bright red, avoids eye contact, and stutters his way through his sentences, all because his boyfriend is exercising his right to flirt with Toru in front of thousands of people― it had Miwa feeling things.
She’s starting to get the appeal of fanfiction. Shit, after this, she might be writing one of her own.
“Can’t be mad at that,” Toru coughs, ears burning. “Next question! Ryo, you read this one.” He says, taking the fruit bowl out of Sukuna’s hands and sitting it in his lap, handing his cell phone to the man. Who squints at the phone like it's something foreign, fingers pinching to zoom in on the screen.
@Torunoticeme asks: What are your partner's parents like?
Sukuna says, looking up from the device to find Toru stuffing his face with strawberries.
“You go first.” He waves a red-tipped digit at his boyfriend, then at the camera. “And talk to them, not just me. Have some streamer etiquette.”
Sukuna sighs, listening nonetheless, turning to face the audience with a poorly hidden grimace.
“Satoru’s grandmother is as tough as nails. I’ll never understand how he turned out this way, living under her roof.” He starts with a small huff, deep voice rumbling as he speaks slowly and smartly. Miwa finds it hard to focus on anything else while he’s talking.
“First thing she ever said to me was ‘tattoos make you ugly.’” He snorts. “I’d barely made it inside the kitchen, and here’s this hundred-year-old Russian woman in her blue apron, pointing a knife at me, insulting me in broken English.” Sukuna shakes his head, “She’d even turned on her grandson. ‘Ya Satochka, you date ugly boy? I raised you better than this’.” He mocks in a surprisingly decent Russian accent.
“Baba is only seventy-five, and she did not call you ugly! Don’t lie to them, Ryo,” Toru gasps, smacking his chest lightly.
He looks at Toru knowingly. “She definitely did.” Sukuna hums. “I won her over by the end of the night, though, so it's not all bad.”
Miwa’s heard all kinds of crazy stories about Toru’s sturdy Russian grandmother and how she raised him all alone after his parents died in his surprisingly grim Draw My Life video from a few years ago. She can’t imagine ever meeting that woman face to face.
How scary.
“Yeah, you did. Baba wouldn’t stop fawning over you after you left.” He nods, rubbing his sticky fingers on his sweats, leaving tiny red streaks. “‘Such a strong boy! You will be good for my Satochka. Take care of him, yes?’” He imitates accent thick and authentic as he rolls over syllables. “It only took nearly killing your liver.”
“When your boyfriend's guardian gives you a mysterious jar of liquid and tells you to have a drink with her, you sit down, and you fucking drink. So what if one sip is enough to send you straight to the ER? Man up and keep drinking.” Sukuna tells the audience, painfully serious.
“Listening to Ryo will have you laid out in a ditch somewhere. Please stay safe, guys. Not everyone is six foot seven and has nearly three hundred pounds of muscle. That shit could kill you.”
“Weaksauce.” Sukuna grunts.
“Quiet down, old man. It’s my turn now.” Toru shushes him. Sitting a little taller on the couch, he waits for Sukuna to quit his grumbling, then starts.
“You wouldn’t guess it from Ryo’s surly demeanor, but his mother is a sweetheart. He totally gets his artistic talent from her; she’s eccentric and a little overbearing at times, but I don’t expect anything less from a hot-blooded Italian woman.” He gets starry-eyed as he talks about her. “She calls me Tesoro, makes me bend down to pepper me with red stained lips, and always sends me home with something to eat, pinching at my arms saying ‘il mio tesoro, eat! You’re too skinny!”
So Sukuna was half Italian? Miwa can’t believe she guessed correctly! Damn! Those language and literature classes were actually paying off.
“You were too skinny. All you ate back then was avocado toast, sugar-free peach rings, and diet coke.” Sukuna cringes, wrapping an arm around Toru’s shoulder and dragging him closer to his chest. “I don’t know how you survived before me.”
“Suguru, spite, and a hell of a lot of insulin.” Toru curls against his side, and it’s the cutest thing in the world. Miwa can’t take her fav being so adorable!
“Poor Suguru.”
“No. Poor me.” Toru corrects.
Poor Suguru. Miwa agrees.
“Yeah, sure, Topino.” Sukuna hums. “Speed the questions up. It’s getting late.” Solidifying Sukuna’s words, Toru yawns against his firm chest. Yum.
Miwa may need to repent after this.
“Mm, okay. Speed round! No long answers, you sap.” Toru declares, sitting up as much as possible while still tucked underneath his boyfriend's arms.
@spritetakesET asks: What are three favorite things about your partner?
Sukuna goes first. “He pays attention, he’s smart, and fucking annoying. Not that it’s a bad thing. I don’t think we’d be together if he weren’t such an annoying shithead. He’s persistent. Always trying to include me in things, even when he shouldn’t.”
Sukuna smiles. It’s a small blink, and you miss it moment, but Miwa’s not blinking.
“Ryo is resilient, he’s an amazing artist, and he’s caring. He takes care of me and makes sure I'm taking care of myself, even if it pisses me off sometimes how stubborn you are. I’m not afraid to forget things anymore, knowing you’re here. You and your silly meticulous calendars and reminders.” Toru’s voice gets softer as he runs his hands through Sukuna’s stubbly undercut.
If Miwa gets a little misty-eyed at Toru’s speech and the way Sukuna looks at him with nothing but pure adoration, that's between her and the dark corners of her bedroom.
No one else.
@6eyetakes asks: How did you and your partner meet?
Satoru cringes as he reads the question. “I’ll let you answer this. We probably remember differently.”
“Because you are delusional.”
Miwa snorts at Sukuna, shutting Toru down. He was known to have his head stuck in the clouds most days.
“I prefer the term optimistic.” Toru corrects.
The two share a look that ends with Sukuna rolling his eyes. “We met in the fall at a coffee shop. I was twenty-four, and Satoru was twenty-one. I worked very long days around that time. Juggling my last semester of art school while also finishing up the last few months of my two-year-long tattooing apprenticeship, caffeine was the only thing that kept me from giving up and killing everyone, " he explains, continuing with a sigh.
“So I drag my ass up at five thirty am to get something strong enough to force myself through my eighteen-hour work day, and lo and behold, a white-haired idiot is arguing with the barista and holding up the line― granted I was the only other person in the cafe at the time.”
Toru interrupts. “I was trying to convince Suguru to make me a pumpkin spice latte with extra sugar! I even tried showing him the insulin in my backpack for his peace of mind.”
“Do you hear how crazy that sounds? I wouldn’t let you do that either.” Sukuna snaps. “So Satoru’s raising hell at damn near six am, blocking the drink pickup counter, and I can admit when I'm not in the best of moods― I get snippy.”
“Snippy!? You’re making it sound all sweet and innocent! You growled at me like an animal!” Satoru states, incredulous, flabbergasted.
“Nice, make me look like the bad guy in front of all your little minions like you didn’t cream your fucking pants when I spoke to you.” Sukuna scoffs. “What’d you say again?”
Satoru shuts his mouth quickly, but Sukuna presses forward. “I’ll move if you give me your number, big guy,” Sukuna purrs, his voice pitched comically high as he mocks his boyfriend.
“I did not sound that freaking gay!”
Miwa had to disagree… You didn’t need Gaydar to clock someone as flamboyant as Toru.
“I’d never heard someone be so blatantly thirsty at six am. The sun peeking shyly through the clouds, birds chirping innocently, and there you were, trying to get fucked!” The man cackles maniacally.
Toru splutters. “Don’t act like you weren't into it! You gave me your number!”
“I would’ve been stupid not to. Twenty-one-year-old Satoru was a hot ass mess, and a fucking smoke show rolled into one tiny little package.” Sukuna whistles, clearly reminiscing while checking him out, a big hand sliding under Toru’s grey hoodie.
“You were such a problem back then in those tight, lowrise jeans you used to wear. I’d doubt you could fit them now, the ass on you. I feed you too well―” Sukuna bites his fist and closes his eyes, struggling with the thought before he cuts his emotions short and shoots out of his seat without another word, walking out of camera view, leaving Toru confused and red-faced on the couch as he moves on to the next question.
@Whyme2 asks: How long have you and your bf been together?
“We’ve been together for five years now!” Satoru beams. “It’ll be six pretty soon; October will be here before you know it.”
Miwa whistles. Five years was a long time, and they’d only figured out Toru even had a partner after he slipped up two months ago on his stream. He was pretty good at hiding things once he put his mind to it.
Sukuna walks back into frame, but the hoodie is gone this time, revealing his bulging muscles and blackwork tattoos. His hair is wet, and it drips slightly on the couch when he sits back down.
Miwa tries not to laugh. Was he so hot for Toru that he had to go stick his head under the sink to cool off? What a simp.
He rests a hand high on Toru’s thighs, squeezing. “How many more questions?” he asks, leaning in to nuzzle at the streamer's neck, kissing his pulse lightly.
“Only two more, Ryo. You tired?” Toru coos, carding his fingers through pink hair. It’s slightly comedic to see a guy as big as Sukuna cuddle up against Toru like a baby.
“Mm, something like that,” He says roughly.
@Freakbobaintshit asks: What part of your partner's body is your favorite?
“His feet,” Sukuna admits, easily, wandering hands, lifting Toru’s grey hoodie to rest a tan palm against his stomach, a sliver of skin flashing in the viewfinder.
Miwa was wrong about this guy. He was nothing but a dirty creep. Who tells the entire world they have a foot fetish? Miwa’s seen Toru’s feet before; they were the least cute thing about him!
Sukuna had absolutely no taste!
“Great. Now everyone will know about your nasty little foot fetish.” Toru mutters, tugging sharply on pink strands and yelping when Sukuna pinches his skin in retaliation. “Ow! Get off of me, you big oaf.” He shoves his boyfriend away and shoves at him until Sukuna is back on his couch cushion instead of sharing Toru’s.
Good. Keep your freak hands off Miwa’s precious Toru!
“My kinks are inconsequential compared to yours,” Sukuna looks at Toru. “Would you like to share with the audience?”
Oh? Was Miwa’s angel not so angelic? What could be more extreme than a foot fetish? She was only eighteen and still a virgin! There wasn’t anything in the world worse than liking feet! But then again, she was inexperienced… Ugh! She’d ask some of her older Twitter mutals after this.
“No, thank you!” Toru grins cutely, the picture of innocence as he avoids Sukuna’s hard stare. “To answer your question, freakbob, Ryo’s hands are my favorite.”
“Hands, feet, they’re the same thing.” Sukuna shrugs.
“Uhm, I don’t think so.”
Miwa agrees.
@Toru7kunabomb asks: Where is the most public place we’ve had sex in?
Toru hasn’t even finished the sentence, and already Sukuna is grinning, his gold canine on display like a shark who’s just smelled blood in the water. He opens his mouth to answer the X-rated question.
Miwa sits against her pillows, back ramrod straight at the dirty question. Her face was cherry red as she waited eagerly to hear what inappropriate things Toru did in his free time.
“We visited Italy a couple of years ago to see my mother, and we’d gone to a small cafe to relax, you know, see the sights and unwind with some caffeine and something sweet for Satoru.” He says, his red eyes shining deviously as he licks his lips and continues.
She leans closer to the bright laptop screen, checking to make sure the audio is at 100%. Miwa couldn’t miss this—not for anything in the world.
“My mother hadn't let us out of her sight nearly the entire trip, and poor Satoru was climbing up the walls, damn near crawling out of his skin. So much so that he asks me, right in the middle of us having a beautiful evening, to―”
She hangs on to Sukuna’s words, eyes wide, holding her breath… only for Toru to cut him off.
“Nope! No. No, be quiet!” Satoru blurts, frazzled, crawling across the cushions, red-faced and frantic as he cuts Sukuna’s story short with a palm over his mouth. “Don’t you say another word, Ryo.” He murmurs back to the camera as he straddles Sukuna’s lap. Peeling himself away as soon as the man tries grabbing at his waist.
Miwa slumps against her plushies in defeat.
“This was fun, guys!” Toru chirps, still pink around the ears. “I think we’ll do it again if I can convince Kuna to get in front of the camera again.” He says, gesturing to the man already off the couch and walking out of view. “Thank you, guys, for the questions. Next time, we’ll start earlier so we can get to know each other better! It was nice sharing a piece of my world with you all.”
Of course, it's over way too soon, she frowns.
“Sbrigati, bellissima. Say your goodbyes and turn off the laptop; it’s late.” Sukuna advises. He’s out of sight but not far, his voice carrying through the living room.
“Well, I guess I have to go then, guys. Sukuna gets cranky if I stay up too late,” Toru sighs, dejected, frowning at the coffee table. “Sleeping is so boring! If he keeps stressing about everything, he will go grey before he’s thirty.”
Miwa is about to turn the video off and turn in for the night herself when something makes her hesitate. She has a sixth sense when it comes to iconic ToruTakes_It moments, and it’s that sense that tells her to keep watching; it will be worth the wait.
There's the soft pad of feet, heavy steps picking up in the mic, and then Sukuna speaks again, only this time he sounds like he’s standing directly behind the camera. “You’re still whining?”
“I’m not tired. Let me play Overwatch for an hour. I need to get my energy out.” Satoru flops back against the orange cushions, puppy dog eyes out in full effect. “Kunaaaa, come on~.”
“No. I have an appointment in the morning. Come sit on my dick, and let's work that energy out together,” he coaxed, deep voice rumbling. “Never had an issue putting your restless ass to sleep.”
“Oh my god, Ryo!”
❤
The stream ends abruptly, and Miwa sits in her bed in disbelief. In awe of Sukuna’s audacity, his gall, his nerve.
At that very moment, Miwa couldn’t help but recall a comment from the charity stream in which Toru answered Sukuna’s phone call live.
Toruismymuse_: oh that man is putting toru throughhh the MATTRESS do yall see his face??
The effortless way Sukuna tells Toru he’ll put him to sleep? You better believe he was putting Toru through that fucking mattress.
Every. Single. Night.
No one had that kind of confidence without backing it up.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Good for you, Toru. Good for you.
❤
Miwa @toruNe33le • 15m
Im not sure how i feel knowing our baby toru is in real time getting his guts rearranged
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Toru’s mightest warrior @La1take_it
Replying to @toruNe33le i am in disbelief… they are literally fucking right now like
Ben @Torukuna34
Replying to @toruNe33le I kno its big… every1 pray for @ToruTakes_It cause he is taking it
Celeste @6eyetakes
Replying to @toruNe33le and @Torukuna34 do see how big that man is??? he cant be packin less than 10 inches
NicoLUVtoru @Toru7kunabomb
Replying to @toruNe33le if only they’d forgottn about the stream.. we could be listening 2 Toru getting fucked in 4k :/ a sad day for us freaks @freakbobaintshit
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“Oh fuck- Fuck! Harder Ryo, please,” Satoru gasps, fists clutching at satin black sheets as Sukuna fucks him into their king-sized mattress, pale legs thrown over tattooed shoulders.
He’s flushed from head to toe, speared open and soaking wet, nearly hysterical as his boyfriend ignores his pleas, too busy licking at the soles of Satoru’s feet like the freak he is.
“Ah― That tickles, ‘Kuna, what the fuck!” Satoru whines, wiggling his toes.
If Sukuna’s tired, you’d never guess it from the way he loudly sucks Satoru’s big toe in his mouth like he’s slurping on a bowl of ramen. It’s so fucking gross, and Satoru is so fucking in love with him that it makes him feel violently ill.
He hasn’t even worked up a sweat yet, while poor Satoru, on the other hand, is fighting for his life. He should've just gone to bed like Sukuna had asked in the first place, kept his mouth shut, and crawled into bed.
“Uhhn- Please, I’m going crazy, Ryo.” Satoru moans, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment of peace. He’s sweating like a whore in church and gushing around Sukuna’s cock like a leaky faucet.
Maybe then he could’ve saved himself the embarrassment of all his fans knowing precisely what was happening as soon as Sukuna shut off his laptop. Not a soul would know he was getting his brains fucked out if he’d just listened.
But no. Satoru had to go and be a stubborn little shit, and now he was paying the price.
“You holding up down there, topino? Ready for bed yet?” Sukuna rasps, pinning Satoru down with those bloodred eyes of his. He looks so handsome with that feral grin, 24-karat gold canine glinting menacingly in the soft light.
Satoru won’t ever be ready to sleep if Sukuna keeps fucking him like this. Eleven pierced inches, doing nothing but adding fuel to his fire, stroking the hot coils in his belly with every hard thrust.
“I haven’t even come yet, you maniac. Don’t be lazy.” Satoru hisses, snapping his teeth at the man like an animal. “You and your stupidly big dick. God, it feels like you’re in my fucking throat. I hate yo―”
Sukuna shifts his weight and presses Satoru’s legs closer to his head, effectively folding him in half. One hand squeezes his ankles together, and the other finds its way around Satoru’s neck. He thanks God he’s flexible; otherwise, the stretch on his legs would be less of a dull ache and more of a burning pull.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean, carissimo,” Sukuna murmurs, black-painted fingers resting warningly on Satoru’s throat. “You might lose that pretty voice of yours. We don’t want that, do we topino?” He asks, expectant. Scarlet eyes peering into Satoru’s very soul as he snaps those powerful hips, fucking into Satoru like a man possessed.
He tries his best to look innocent, crystal eyes wide as he swallows the saliva pooling on his tongue. “N-No, we don’t,” Satoru answers, nearly choking when Sukuna tightens his grip.
“No, what?” He prompts, unsatisfied.
“Ah shit― No, Ryomen-Sir.” Satoru whispers, not daring to break eye contact first, lest his boyfriend see it as disrespect.
The room is still, nothing in the air but Satoru’s airy moans, the loud squelch of his cunt being pounded, and the deliberating hums Sukuna lets out as he stares the streamer down, taking his words, his body language, his attitude into consideration.
He was probably deciding if he had enough energy to do a number on Satoru tonight.
Sukuna spares a glance at their nightstand, and Satoru follows his line of sight, dizzy with want as he reads the digital clock― 1:30 am it reads, truly past Sukuna’s strict bedtime of eleven o'clock. Satoru bites his lip and watches how Sukuna weighs the options in his brain, curious as to what his boyfriend will do.
Will he draw this out and wake up miserable for his early morning appointment? Or will he disregard Satoru’s smart mouth just this once?
Either option is a win in Satoru’s eyes.
Sukuna brushes his thumb across Satoru’s soft pink lips, huffing when his tongue darts out to lick at the digit. “Savor this moment, fiore mio. Next time, I will take your tongue and make you eat it.” He whispers feverishly.
Satoru knows Sukuna would swallow him whole if he could. The same way Satoru would jump at the chance to bury himself beneath Sukuna’s skin. They both long to be close, to get closer to one another in ways deemed impossible by society, by science.
To live as a singular entity.
Love was a scary, powerful thing, and Satoru was nothing but its willing servant.
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