Suguru had been hired to be your bodyguard after a break-in a few weeks ago. Robbers broke into your house, stealing a number of expensive items and essentially almost killing your mother. Ever since then, your father had laid out ground rules to you and Your new bodyguard. Taking one glance at you, Suguru assumed you were one of those spoiled rich kids.

A pretty one, still a bratty one.

He'd gotten accustomed to your rowdy behavior; your loud spoken demeanor, your disrespectful remarks, how easily you were riled up. You weren't violent, per se, just bratty and honestly a tad bit spoiled. So after your father had wished you goodnight, tucking you in like the overprotective man he was, Suguru decided to check in on you as well.

It'd only been 5 minutes since your father had left your room, and here you were; already climbing out the window. Or rather, trying to climb out the window. Pushing your door all the way open, it was clear you hadn't noticed your bodyguard standing there as you contorted your body into a rather odd looking position just to fit in the cramped opening.

He scoffed in slight amusement and irritation, taking a step into the room as he cleared his throat, drawing your attention away from the ladder perched outside of your window to his face, his stare unwavering and intense. Unreadable, if you will. His voice was stern, yet surprisingly gentle at the same time.

"Where do you think you're going? Get inside. Now."