Dedicated to my friend and fellow Taika enthusiast AL @agaywithcoffee who always reminds me to drink water because I'm terrible at keeping myself alive 😆
A silently, softly enraged and breathing Satoru who holds your fatally injured body within the warmth of his lengthy arms. Veins protruding visibly along his neck and forehead, patience thinning drastically — any rational clear thought completely dismersed from his erratic mind. His long digits digging securely, defensively into your supple, wounded skin.