God, this is so cliche. You and him, sneaking out of the dorms in the middle of the night to climb to the roof of jujutsu high, lying on the cold ground. The stars and the moon were unusually brightly tonight, you wanted to stargaze. He can’t really say no to you, even if he tried.

He feels his hands get all clammy, he feels his heart pound and he wonders if this is the puppy love everyone talks about, because suddenly the beautiful night sky doesn’t seem all that appealing. All he can look at is your side profile. The curve of your nose, your lashes, the small smile that graced your lips.

“Beautiful.” Suguru whispers out, not fully aware that the words left his mouth. He feels so cheesy, this is like a romance movie or a novel, not once did he think he’d get so mushy. But that’s just the effect you have on him.