Suguru wakes up to a warm presence beside him and the sun shining. Suguru squints and blocks the blinding sunlight with his hand. He turns his head, searching for a face to go with the warm body curled into his own. Suguru’s caramel eyes focus, and all of his breath leaves him in a whoosh. It’s Satoru, his best friend Satoru, looking so effortlessly angelic and so beautiful. Suguru’s heart pounds. Oh. Suguru thinks, breathless.