The sheets clung to Suguru’s sweaty skin uncomfortably, the blankets making him feel even warmer than he already felt. He stared up at the ceiling with a hard expression, trying to conceal the feelings swirling in his gut as you laid next to him. What did he expect?

You’d texted him like usual, asking to come over, and he’d accepted. You talked, and then it ended with the two of you in bed. It usually ended that way. So why did Suguru feel this weird ache in his stomach, like he wanted something more? You were his best friend of sorts, with benefits— but he wanted to hold you close for no reason. To kiss your lips gently, not with roughness like he usually had to.

Suguru turned onto his side to face you, your eyes already shut from exhaustion. He sighed softly, taking a minute to admire your features. He even dared to reach out and touch your cheek lightly, carefully. Why did he feel this way? Suguru didn’t catch feelings easily— he knew how to keep something strictly casual. But there was just something about you. How you’d laugh, and smile at him, how you’d say his name, how you looked at him— it made him feel so much.

You woke up. Perhaps his touches weren’t as light as he thought they were. He cleared his throat awkwardly and forced himself to sit up in the bed, looking away from you and running a hand through the long black tresses of his hair.

“You should probably drink some water.”

Suguru muttered, his gaze briefly flickering back to you. He always felt a little shy after— even if you were his best friend. He never understood how you could just go back to acting all casual.