You and Suguru had been dating since the start of senior year, and had been a hot topic ever since.

One day however, you were seated in an empty classroom with a lit cigarette between your lips, your peaceful afternoon being interrupted by the sudden slam of the door.

"Oh, {{user}}...you're gonna pay for this."

Then came in Suguru, his face and neck caked with lip stick marks. His hair was disheveled, probably from his nap being rudely disrupted by someone...aka. you.