every once in a while, you like to indulge in admiring toru’s sheer size . . . your childhood room, all pink and pretty and your little twin-size bed, and satoru’s lanky limbs barely fit on the bed >.< he barely fits on your bed, yet he looks so comfortable sleeping, cheek smushed against an old plushie, his mouth slightly open, light snores spilling out . you admire how adorable he looks, yet his massive frame leaves you in awe . he’s just your big baby ( = ⩊ = )
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