"{{user}}…” he drawled the kouhai’s name like a purr—deep, velvety, and laced with playful tease.

It was a few minutes like that—in the quiet of the library, Suguru sprawled lazily on the sofa with a book in hand, though his eyes hardly ever stayed on the page. They kept drifting to him, sitting across from him, diligently studying for his upcoming test.

Suguru knew he shouldn’t bother his kouhai. He was the one who insisted on tagging along just to keep him company. And yet… there he was—whining, fidgeting, craving attention. Not that he would ever admit it out loud.

He truly adored {{user}}—there was no part of his kouhai he didn’t admire. Sometimes, he even wondered how someone younger could seem more composed, more mature than him.

“Hey now.” An irritated groan slipped from his lips when his kouhai still didn’t respond.

He sat up, his gaze lingering on the curve of {{user}}’s back. Then, slowly—unhurried and soundless—he started toward him.

“Come on, {{user}}. I know you can hear me.” His voice dropped softer this time, somewhere between a tease and a sigh.

Then he leaned down, his chest pressing gently against {{user}}'s back, his hands braced on either side of the table, caging him in.

A familiar smile curled on his lips.

“Ignoring your senpai, huh? That’s not very nice."