@kakovoulos asked: sukuna ruffles the mop of white hair still laying in his bed, “hey, get up, spoiled brat. you've slept in late enough. come have breakfast.” a small table and plate are sat beside him. it's rare that he makes these, pancakes with sprinkles and whipped cream on top, a side of sunny side up eggs, and sausage links. he's not going to say he remembered satoru's birthday, he is also not going to admit he did this because it's his birthday; but he very much is doing this because it's his day. he also won't admit he's wearing this stupid "kiss the chef" apron because it's his birthday either.
satoru's having what must be the most amusing dream of all time (sukuna being a mall santa in his dream) when he's awoken to the sound of the aforementioned male's voice. he rubs at his eyes, still half-asleep, but in an instant he perks up at the smell and sight of food. while the eggs and sausage smell great, it's the pancakes that have satoru's mouthwatering. he shows a wide smile to sukuna then, throwing his arms around his roommate.
"aww, sukuna, this is so sweet! breakfast in bed on my special day, made by my adorable lil' chef? what a dream come true!" he nuzzles his cheek against sukuna's before pressing a gross, wet kiss on it, before he immediately starts digging into his meal. despite his lanky, pretty boy appearance, satoru is an incredibly gluttonous and messy eater, and he inhales the meal as though he's a vacuum cleaner sucking up all in his path.
"so, since it's my special day, did you get me other stuff too? one thing for each year?" satoru asks, clapping his hands together and batting his eyelashes in a way that's intended to be cute.