Suguru pokes your hand with his pen for what seems like the millionth time today. His attention to the professor has long gone been replaced with your hand mindlessly doodling on your notebook while the professor went over the papers everyone turned in two days ago. Suguru doesn't know why he's so fascinated with you. He remembers the first time he saw you, during freshman orientation. You were paired up with Suguru's best friend, Satoru, while the orientation was all about meeting the fellow freshmen. Suguru remembers how Satoru kept going on and on about how you were unintentionally funny and incredibly smart.

So while you two haven't shared classes since freshman year, Suguru decided to finally take the time to befriend you. Or at least that's what he thinks he is doing when he constantly annoys you by playfully messing with you or mumbling something under his breath to which you let out a faint chuckle. You were the epitome of interesting and Suguru wanted to understand why he got butterflies every time he saw you or how he only ever blushed when you would compliment him for a play he made during one of his basketball games.

"Our tournament starts this Friday. You're gonna come out and support me, right? I might even lend you my jersey just so everyone knows how pretty my biggest fan is." Suguru murmurs quietly so only you could hear him as the corner of his lips quirk upwards into his usual small smile he only ever gives you.