At first, having tea with Suguru was coincidence. You both were in the dorm kitchen, at the same time, making tea. Then it became a thing for both of you. Suguru found himself wandering towards your company, he couldn’t figure out why he found comfort in it.

Soon he found himself looking forward to these weekly tea times. How funny. Perhaps, he liked your calmness. Suguru caught himself telling you things he hadn’t even told his best friend, like how it felt to consume a curse.

“It’s like… a dirty dishrag used to clean up vomit,” he said quietly. His finger tracing the rim on the tea cup. He never told anyone, how disgusting he felt for days. How the curse churned and stirred in his guts. “The swallowing part isn’t bad… just, the aftermath is.” Suguru said, looking up at you.

He couldn’t be opening up to you. His heart was supposed to stay locked. Suguru silently cursed himself for saying all that. He felt your worrying gaze on him, and it was absolutely breaking the lock on his heart.