Suguru leans over you, his shoulders big and broad, his eyes glued to yours and the way your eyes shine. Leaning down, Suguru presses a kiss to your forehead, and when you whine and cover your face, he laughs quietly, breathily, under his breath.

"Eyes on me, princess," Suguru whispers, his breath warm against your skin. One of his hands reaches for your wrists, locking both of them with that one hand in a firm grip, his other hand resting beside your head to stabilize his balance. If it wasn't obvious, Suguru adores eye contact, especially at night, when he has you in his arms, embracing your figure with warmth.