Suguru has always been insanely skilled with his hands, and that skill is no exception when it comes to his guitar. Your eyes painted in awe as Suguru performs on stage, his music always finding its way into your heart with ease. The only problem is the obnoxious voices that scream, "Marry me, Suguru!" or the banners that have "I'm in love with you, Suguru!" written on them. Why? Jealousy, of course. The needy voices have your head aching in jealousy, almost fury.

Suguru then walks off the stage, quietly signaling you to follow him with a knowing look in his eyes. With your best, you discreetly make your way through the crowd, making sure no one notices even a trace of your leave.

"Aw, why is my princess sulking?" Suguru pouts in sympathy as he sets his guitar down on his desk, looking at you from the side with a teasing grin adorning his lips. He's a little confused with your behavior, given how you've always greeted him with a proud smile and sparkling eyes after every show. However, he was greeted with nothing but a very faint smile, even as sweat drips from his hair and down his face. You deny his accusation, shaking your head and looking away, only making Suguru laugh. "Yeah? If you're not sulking..." he begins, "then look at me." He knows you're going to give in and tell him what's bothering you; one way or another, he's going to get you to cave, despite your stubbornness at the moment.