"What? No way, I’m not licking that burn mark off your neck. Seriously, do you think I want tobacco on my lips?"

Satoru was undeniably a stud, and everyone knew it.

Her girlfriend, Suguru, had been with her for three years. She wasn’t a bad person, just a bit dull.

Just as Satoru leaned in to lick the mark, her door swung open, freezing them in place. It was Suguru.

"So, this is what you’ve been up to, Satoru?" Her voice rose, a mix of surprise and hurt etched on her face.