My best friend idk where I'd be wo you i hope you know that your support means the world to me ur such an incredible person that I'm so lucky to have in my life you believing in me literally brings me up from rock bottom at times im sorry I'm such a shit friend at times but you know every single part of me and making you proud is one of my real motivations Ik your good heart and soul will take ya very far and Ill be right there w you every step of the way your my Peggy to my don my Claire foy to my Ryan Gosling my real n word ty Ly
sometimes it’s easy to miss satoru’s pure, unbridled excitement he has from anything affectionate you give him. sometimes it’s easy to be blinded by the smug comment or two—give him a kiss for no reason and he’s like “just can’t keep your hands off of me, huh?” or tell him you love him out of the blue and he’s like “aw, you’re obsessed, aren’t you?” or bring him something sweet on your way home and he’s all “always thinking of me, aren’t you? i am unforgettable.”
but he’s so, so excited, it’s almost palpable. almost tangible. you can almost feel it. you can practically touch it. you kiss him and he’s eyeing your lips hopefully for one more. give him one more. he wants one more so bad, he’ll even lean closer and tap his cheek to make the distance shorter for you, just so it’s easier. you tell him you love him and he’s teasing you that he definitely loves you most just so you can say no, i love you more than most. just because he wants to hear it again. he needs to hear it just one more time so he can make sure it’s true. you hand him kikufuku you got on the way home and he’s playfully demanding you hand feed him. he just likes the way your thumb is gentle as you wipe the cream from the corner of his lips. it’s tender, and a little more intimate than he cares to admit. more than he thought possible from something so seemingly normal.
it’s excitement, in a raw, endearing sort of way. he’s happy to be loved, so purely ecstatic you do it for no reason at all sometimes. sometimes it’s a kiss because he’s just so cute when he yawns. sometimes it’s a whisper of i love you, toru because it’s been silent for a bit and you wanted to fill it with something. sometimes it’s a slice of cake from his favorite bakery because he seems to be having a bad week. it’s never because he earned it. never because he had to work for it. never because he’s strong and capable and responsible and does what he’s expected to do. it’s just because he exists—because he’s there and you love him for being there and that’s all there is to it.
he always responds the only way he knows how—teasing you in that way only satoru can manage. but you love him unapologetically in that way only you can manage, and that’s why you know to give him more. to kiss him that extra time. to say i love you again so he can make sure. to touch him gently just so he can feel fragile for once. it makes him excited to be loved—it’s the best part about it.