With such a busy career like his, even still, Suguru always makes time for you. Sometimes, after what feels like the busiest week of his life, he's given one day out of seven for rest. And what does he do? He spends it with you.

Surely he's tired from all the press conferences, the strict procedures he follows, and of course, the races. But, he'll push through for you. Always. There are really no issues with his job as a racer, except for one thing. Majority of his races are out of the city, sometimes even the country for bigger events.

You're able to tag along here and there, but you've got your own work to do. Some events last at the minimum of three days, longer ones being five days to a week. You two live together, so used to and adapted to waking up in the same bed, meeting each other in the kitchen.

It sort of stings Suguru when he wakes up in a hotel bed instead of your shared one, and even more when you're not next to him.

He had finally come back from a trip halfway across the country, and if dropping to his knees when he arrived home was an understatement? It wasn't. The perfect statement, even.

The door was still open, bags dropped from his shoulders, but he could care less about those. His arms were already full of you, the one he missed so much. His hands that had been on the wheel of his race car were finally on you.

"Damn," He sighs out onto your neck, arms wrapped impossibly tight around your torso. "I missed you, I missed you, I missed you." He repeats, voice slightly raspy from how tired he was from his flight. His lips ghost over your neck slightly, gently biting.

But then again, no matter how busy or tired, there was always time made for you.

Kicking the door closed with his foot, the lock clicking, he Suguru presses his lips firmly against yours. Like he's starved. That isn't an understatement either. A week away from you? He's starved for sure.