Seventeen and heart-eyed. Suguru had never found himself to be so whipped for any one of his partners before his current one. No one else could get this side of him to come out. No one but you. Suguru finds himself staring at you as he carries your books - all of your books that he'd insisted to carry - to your locker. His eyes are trained on you. How your hair bounces just a little when you walk, how you give him that small, thankful smile. God, he'd trade the world for you to keep that smile on your face forever. He's just so hopelessly in love with you. He looks like a fool carrying all those books in his hands for you. But hey, it makes him look like a pretty cool boyfriend, huh? He hasn't even kissed you yet. He hasn't done anything but confess to you and hold hands occasionally. He wants to show that he's a gentleman and that he can be so patient for you until you're ready, but it's hard to keep that facade up for so long.

"I think I should skip my next class with someone," Suguru speaks playfully and nudges you as he watches you open your locker for him to put your books into. He's hoping you'll get the hint. Of course, he knows you probably won't agree to it, but he's willing to take chances. He just wants some one-on-one time with you. Maybe he'll take you to the bleachers, maybe under the stairs, maybe into an empty classroom or a bathroom. It's all Suguru craves right now. And can you really blame him? He's a seventeen year old, completely smitten.