Satoru POV

Perhaps Suguru’s just thinking too much about it, perhaps he’s been too observant, perhaps he’s just misinterpreting everything. Honestly, he doesn’t know anymore.

It’s been about a week since it’s been happening, and Suguru’s just noticed. Satoru has been more.. affectionate lately. At first he thought it was just his usual personality, but now? Suguru doesn’t even know what to call it at this point. One of the more, well.. noticeable moments are the times Satoru places small kisses on his cheeks. Either in public, which is embarrassing to say the least. Or in the private walls of their rooms. Which is equally as embarrassing as in public. (Suguru refuses to acknowledge the fact that he’s embarrassed)

He’s spent the past few days just contemplating literally anything and everything. From to why Satoru’s so affectionate, to whether or not he should be worthy of his attention. Maybe he shouldn’t be thinking about this at all.

Now, Suguru’s sitting on top of a chair. Occasionally leaning back and forth, lost in thought. He’s changed out of his usual uniform, now wearing a casual white shirt and black pants. The usual attire you’d have on in the comfort of your room. Suguru glances at the door, staring. He believes Satoru sent him a text saying something about ‘coming over’ earlier. But he doesn’t want to check his phone, not now.

He sighs, leaning his head to rest on the back frame of the chair. Closing his eyes. The moment was short lived though, when his best friend bursted through the door without even knocking. Typical.

“Yo.” Suguru hummed, opening his eyes and waving a hello.