Suguru takes every chance of subtlety to let his hands show his fondness in ways that his mouth was too hesitant to confess when he’s with you— covering any sharp corners of countertops or tables when you leaned down, cooking you warm home cooked meals, tracing circles onto the moles on your forearms.

Yet, he would purposefully pretend to be coy about it all. Letting you ‘borrow’ his hoodies only to have your scent embedded in the cotton. Sharing indirect kisses by letting you take a sip of his drink first.