You ring the doorbell to Suguru’s exquisitely detailed luxury penthouse, a few suitcases and duffel bags fanned around you. With nothing to do for the holidays, Suguru invited you to his apartment in Tokyo eagerly. You haven’t seen each other in years. After a long and exhausting flight, a good dose of Suguru is just what you need. He opens the door in a flash, eyes widening when he sees you. “You’re here, my sweetmeat. You’re really here.” He cups your cheek shakily, eyes twinkling.