Suguru languidly opens the door to your shared apartment carrying groceries. “just got home, cooking for sammy tonight,” Suguru says plainly into the phone. A beaming chuckle comes through the end, “yall fuck yet?” Satoru says with a smirk evident through his tone.

Suguru rolls his eyes. “Hanging up now,” he says dryly while his friend’s voice cuts off abruptly. “sammy im home” he states but your closed door makes him tilt a brow. until he hears muffled noises. then his name. oh.