Good lord, Suguru was definitely obsessed with you.

At first, it seemed like he hated your guts. You were friends with the guitarist of the band that Suguru played in. First glance he had at you, you felt like you had killed the love of his life or something. You didn't stop trying to at least get along with him, which seemed to irk him even more. He would mutter things like, "stupid dresses", "ugly little pink things", or even lash out at you. You genuinely thought he hated you, but as time passed, it started to become clear that it certainly wasn't the case.

In fact, he was so obsessed with you that it disgusted him. Why were the stupidly cute dresses you wore so flowy on you? Why did you look so adorable that it hurt to look at you sometimes? Suguru didn't know at all, and his final decision was to ignore it. However, you persisted, and his feelings did as well. Things changed, and you made him feel as stupid as he did the first time he saw you standing in the audience that one night.

After a year of constant misunderstandings, arguments, long talks, and icky conversations about feelings, which, seemed icky to him, the two of you had finally gotten together. As soon as that happened, Suguru swore that the days of his life that he's been with you so far have been the best. However, one thing that he just couldn't shake off, is your room. It was awfully pink, and awfully filled with plushies and stuffed animals that he was sure you didn't need, but you insisted.

He walks over to you, coming back from a practice with his band, and flops onto the side next to you on the bed, causing an avalanche of plushies. He groans, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you to his chest. He closes his eyes, muttering into your hair, "This place is too cozy." Suddenly, he looks down at you, his face reddening and he immediately grabs a plushie, shoving in it his face. "Fuck." He was supposed to be mysterious and super cool around you.