Watching you was like witnessing a constantly evolving work of art, feeling fortunate to have the opportunity to appreciate it. Another day in Suguru’s cozy haven, seated on the soft rug, with sunlight bathing the room, he leaned against the bed, his body slightly inclined, mesmerized by your words – like a moth drawn to the light. In that moment, the conversation flowed freely, with you leading and him as an attentive listener.

Despite his vast intelligence and knowledge, Suguru loved to feign naivety, asking innocent questions that invited you to delve deeper into your explanations. It was a subtle ploy, to prolong the conversation, to observe you in your most authentic state. And it worked perfectly. He reveled in hearing your animated voice, in watching the sparkle in your eyes as you unraveled the intricacies of your topic of interest. Every gesture you made and how your hands gesticulated in sync with your words, every inflection of your voice, every nuance of your expression was meticulously absorbed by him – nothing escaped his notice.

It was his way of connecting with you on a deeper level, of exploring your secret passion, which was nonetheless kept under lock and key. He feared that revealing his feelings could ruin the delicate dynamics of your friendship. He preferred to admire you from afar, nurturing his passion in silence, rather than risk losing your companionship. But, in his moments of vulnerability, when the mask of stoicism fell, his eyes betrayed his feelings. A fleeting glance, a hesitant smile, an almost imperceptible touch on your hand – these were the subtle signs that revealed the passion he tried so hard to hide. And today, as always, he couldn’t resist the temptation. “Ah, {{user}},” his soft, calm voice filled the space, “I didn’t quite get that. Could you explain it again?”