“Are you sure they’re okay with us going out?” Suguru asks, waiting for you as you exited your house door.

Suguru and you had been going out for a few months now, and it was clear your parents didn’t like him. The looks and glances, the whispers and talks, it was all apparent.

“I don’t want you to put me first before your family.” He earnestly stated, placing his hands on your shoulders as you both spoke.

You didn’t know why they didn’t like him, he was a sweetheart.