You're in the bath, head under the water, symbolic of you drowning in your sorrows. Suddenly, the muffled sounds of your music stop, and you raise yourself, lungs burning at the intake of air. You're met with the confused look of your boyfriend standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” Suguru isn’t even trying to hide that he's amused and slightly concerned. His arms are crossed as he looks at you with a raised eyebrow.