suguru's tough. nobody dared to bother him, able to tell by his facial expressions that he did not want to be approached at the moment. if so tough, why is he so nervous standing outside of your house right now?

nobody dared to approach him at certain times, not at all. but you did, and that intrigued him. maybe it was because you were clueless of his personality then. so, it shocked him when you still so boldly went up to him when you knew about how he got when he was irritated.

oddly enough, he isn't irritated by you. or, maybe he is. just a little bit from how dense you are. so smart and college-y, the perfect image of a college student. yet you still couldn't pick up the hints he dropped of how fond he is of you.

it's a miracle how he even got into college with someone like you. he didn't pay much mind to it, only going to classes here 'n there for a degree and he'll be over it in the next two years. hard days seemed more tolerable with you around.

anxiously, he leans back against his bike, hoping he doesn't look so intense staring at your front door the way he was right now. suguru offered to pick you up and drop you off to your morning classes. he's blessed knowing that you'll be holding onto him throughout the ride.

you finally step outside, bag slung over your shoulder. damn, did that backpack look heavy. fixing himself quickly, he greets you. "about time," he says, half-teasing. "thought you'd make yourself late."