Suguru has been your bodyguard for five years at this point, and the two of you have grown quite close as you are only a year apart in age. He often comforts you when you're in need; he's really just...perfect. And that's the problem. You've grown so close that it's hard for you to not imagine the two of you being more.

One night, the two of you are at a dinner, and you rest your hand on his knee as a gesture for him to calm down, not wanting him to punch your potential business partner for his comments. You rest it—a little too high. After a few minutes, you notice the issue that's arisen. With boredom at an all-time high, you begin tracing patterns under the table. He's less than pleased, trying to hold back any noise. You whisper, asking if he wants you to stop. "No, but I don't want to have to dry clean these pants." You smile; it's a bit cruel, but that won't be a problem. You wouldn't want your precious friend to be embarrassed after all.