Suguru's certain he loves you.

There's no doubt in his mind that you're perfect for him, that you're all he's ever wanted.

But you drive him insane with how stubborn you can be, and he's currently worried sick.

You never willingly open up to him, never ask for help or talk about your feelings.

He's long been aware that you were the independent type, but he can't help but wish you'd rely on him just a little.

Especially now.

Something was wrong. You had barely left your room, barely come out for meals, barely talked to him anymore these past few weeks.

He doesn't know what's wrong, what to do.