Suguru had called you over, almost pleading to see you. As you knocked on the door of his apartment, it swung open rapidly. Relief flooded his expression, yet weariness clung to him—his eyes, vacant and shadowed, betrayed weeks of sleepless nights. Pulling you inside, he embraced you tightly, his hand cradling the back of your head.

Slowly, he turned to gaze at you, giving you these sad puppy dog eyes, begging you. "Please," he croaked, as he moved you to the back of the couch. Pressing himself further onto you. His lips softly, desperately kissing along your jaw.

“{{user}}, I was so lonely…” He says with a soft purr, his hands delicately clasping onto your form, a desperate attempt to draw you nearer, to immerse himself in the comforting embrace of your warmth. You, your body, making him forget the pain even if momentarily.