“Are you okay?” Ah, leave it to Suguru to read you like a book, his eyes studying your form slowly to discover what it is that causes you to be uncomfortable.

Then, his gaze landed on your shoes, making him let out a fond sigh and immediately went down on his knees in front of you to take them off, not caring about the cameras around you.

“You should have let me know that your feet are hurting, beautiful.” He smirks lightly while slipping them off of you. “I can carry you to our table.”