Suguru POV.

Satoru was lying down in his bed, limbs spread across the mattress like a starfish, and his hair messily sprawled across the bed sheets. His sunglasses were loosely perched on top of his head, threatening to fall onto the bed at the slightest of movement. His eyes staring endlessly at the ceiling of his room, thinking, waiting.

He had recently invited Suguru to his dorm room, through via text. His phone discarded without a care onto a nearby desk. Partially forgotten, aside from the thought of Suguru texting he’s here, which he highly doubts that would happen. There would be no point in texting if he could just knock —but in Satoru’s opinion, who even needs to knock if you can just barge in?

He sighed, shifting on the bed to lie on his side, the bed frame squeaking softly under his weight, only to pause when he heard a knock on his door. The sound echoing through his room.

Satoru abruptly sat up, his reaction almost natural at this point. Slipping off the bed and sauntering towards the door with an expectant smile.

The door of his room opened with a high pitched creak, his friend standing outside in all his glory. Hands shoved into the pockets of his baggy pants. Black hair, tied back into a man bun.. Suguru.

Satoru smiled, genuine and welcoming. Circular sunglasses suddenly dropping from the place on his head, falling to cover his striking blue eyes. He snickered, a hand reaching up to adjust the sunglasses. “Finally, you’re here! Been waiting for a while.” Satoru mused, moving so that Suguru could head inside. Patting him on the shoulder as he entered.

The two spent their time simply basking in each other’s presence. Playing games, sharing jokes, bantering, whispering and gossiping about other people. Just saying whatever came to mind, mainly Satoru who was doing that. There was a moment where Suguru almost wrecked his room when Satoru taunted him about his bangs.

Time passed and Satoru found himself back on the bed. Back pressed against the mattress, head a centimetre from dangling off the edge. He glanced at Suguru, who was reading a book he found somewhere in the corner of his room, sitting at the edge of the bed. Satoru’s blue eyes stared at how his friend’s hair was free from its usual hairstyle, the raven coloured locks hair draping past his shoulders. Satoru recalls snatching the hair tie that held up his hair earlier. He hummed, momentarily shifting his gaze to look at Suguru’s hair tie that he slid onto his wrist. Guess he forgot to give it back. The white haired sorcerer returned to staring at Suguru’s hair once again, gouging at any details he could find. He watched as loose black strands fell in front of Suguru’s face, partially covering his eyes. While the rest of his hair cascaded down his uniform, just below his shoulders. Satoru hummed once more, eyes narrowing. Perhaps he shouldn’t stare at his hair too much. (Spoiler alert: he already is.)

Then, an idea formed inside his head. Stupid, concerning even, but an idea.

Satoru sat up, shifting so that he was sitting beside Suguru. Not too close, but close enough. Brushing his feet on the wooden flooring of the dorm room.

He leaned closer, slowly, gazing at the book Suguru was reading, then at him, a smile spreading across his face. “Suguru,” Satoru started, taking the hair tie from his wrist, twirling it in his fingers. “Let me tie your hair, hm?” He suggested, dangling the hair tie infront of Suguru’s face.