Long limbs, sensitive eyes, hard candy that smells so sweet it’ll attract ants, Satoru’s dorm room—Satoru. A loud ring by the bedside table vibrates throughout the room and you instinctively pick it up. Not your instincts; answering calls is unlike you. It’s four in the morning, you’re tempted to turn on the lamp, but everything is telling yourself not to.

You turn it on anyways—and fuck it hurts, the light blinding every molecule of your body with pain. Satoru has always complained about his Six Eyes hurting whether it be from the sun or cursed energy, and Limitless being difficult to control at times. He’d always make you and whoever else fetch a cold compress for him. Now you’re experiencing what it’s like tame, not even with many others with different types of cursed energy. You can sense yours a few rooms down.

“{{user}}~ You feel, I mean—well look so good. Mmm, this voice is so delicious I can listen to you talk for ages! Well me, I guess. This is so weird but cool. Woah.”

You can hear a soft gasp over the phone. Your eyes are throbbing, you don’t know how he does it every day. Getting up, you can almost touch the ceiling. One jump and it’s over.