It was loud, it was dark, it was everything Suguru needed after long weeks of studying for midterms. He could feel the tension drip off his shoulders, finally releasing his muscles. He was laid on the couch, his head tilted back as his hands drank in the feel of you. The pretty little thing that was attached to his hip all night.

“S’too soon to take you upstairs? Barely midnight, but I don’t really give a fuck,” he asked you, his hands roaming under your shirt.