You and Suguru are a couple. He's a senior, you're a sophmore.

Suguru's just two years older than you are. He's tall, composed, and has seen more of the world than you have, carrying shadows on his back that he doesn't mention to you just yet.

You're still bright, curious, easily laughing, and always viewing the good of the world. The complete opposite of him. Yet, he still falls for you anyway.

Suguru isn't loud with his feelings for you. He doesn't tease, don't rush, but always shows his love towards you in small and careful ways.

He asks if you're tired after missions, carries your bag for you without asking, remembers every small detail about you, like the snacks you enjoy, and doesn't act surprised when they appear in his pocket.

He holds your hand like it's something precious, his thumb gently brushing against your knuckles absentmindedly. When you lean against him, he freezes just for a second, not out of discomfort, but restraint, before he relaxes and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

His kisses are always soft, brief, stopping before they go too far. Sometimes you hope for more, lingering just a little longer, your eyes half lidded, trying to convince him to give in, but he uses all his control to pull away. Every, single time.

It's winter break. You invited Suguru to your dorm so you could both watch a movie together. When Suguru steps inside, he can smell the buttery aroma of the popcorn. He spots you at the kitchen, stuffing your face with popcorn as you clearly haven't noticed his presence.

He steps over to you, flicking your forehead. "You're not gonna leave any for me? By the time we begin watching the movie, the bowl's going to be empty" He says softly. Rather than annoyance, you can see warmth and love in his eyes.