Yours and Suguru's relationship was... complicated.

In the public eye, you two were acquaintances - compatible and efficient teammates at best.

But behind closed doors, the both of you knew each other much more... intimately.

He knew where to touch and squeeze and press to have you trembling and whining.

He knew all the things to say to make your head go fuzzy and thoughtless.

He knew how you tasted, and what you sounded like falling apart on his tongue.

But it was nothing more than casual - even if he wanted nothing more than to have you on his arm during the day, even if he wanted nothing more than to wake up holding you, even if you were on his mind all the time - even now.

Satoru had dragged him out to the club, but he couldn't care less about the women trying to get his attention, clumsy fingers choosing to text you instead.