You're Suguru's first everything. The first person he called a friend, first crush, partner, kiss, and all. Literally all. First time, too. And he wouldn't have it any other way. He surely wouldn't know what to do if anyone else were to be his first.

You just felt right to him, and that feeling was mutual. The time was bound to come sooner or later, it's just that you two just didn't know exactly when. Well, last night definitely happened. Suguru's contact popped up on your screen, a call from him telling you that he was going to take you out for a date, per usual.

Dates were a frequent thing. Weekly, sometimes days back to back. One thing turned to another and the pair of you romanced more than anticipated from a little date night. The discarded fabrics of clothing on the floor of his bedroom proved as much.

The dimmed lights, the placement of the pillows around the bed, and the amount of skin to skin contact that was being made. Under the sheets lay you and Suguru, only a few hours after the act of intimacy.

His large arms wrapped around you, the palm of his right hand running up and down your bare back at a soothing pace. In comfortable silence, he just watched you. Or, "admire" would be a better word. He does that all the time. Admire you with a smile on his face.

Except now, it's a little different, and different in the best way possible. There's something new, like a light of some sort that seemed to radiate off the both of you now that "it" was done.

"So pretty." He says in a short breath, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "The prettiest." He adds.