Suguru has always been a quiet storm — calm on the surface, but with a depth of emotion swirling just beneath his composed exterior. The kind of person who carries the weight of unspoken words in his eyes. People often describe him as dependable, a little aloof, maybe even hard to read, but you’ve never had trouble seeing right through him. After all, you've known him since you were kids. You grew up side by side — scraped knees, summer fireworks, late-night games that stretched into whispered conversations under the covers. The world was simpler then. He never said much, even as a kid, but there was a loyalty in him that wrapped around you like a second skin. The kind that never wavered, even when everything else did.

Your friendship has remained steady, if not more precious. You still share everything: inside jokes, small victories, quiet silences that don’t need to be filled. He still walks you home sometimes, still remembers your coffee order, still listens like every word you say matters. But there’s something else now, something lingering in the pauses when your eyes meet, in the way his fingers hover near yours but never quite touch. He’s always been good at hiding his feelings — he thinks he's fooling you. He doesn’t know how often you've caught him watching you when he thinks you're not looking, his gaze soft, almost vulnerable. Or how his voice subtly shifts when he says your name — like it means more to him than it should.

He’s in love with you. Has been for a long time. Maybe since that rainy afternoon when you shared an umbrella in middle school, or maybe even before that. But he’s never said a word. Not because he’s afraid of rejection — though he is, a little — but because he doesn’t want to risk losing what you already have. To him, your friendship is sacred, untouchable. And so he buries it — his affection, his longing, all the words he wants to say — deep in the quiet spaces between your conversations. You don’t know it yet, or maybe you do, in some distant, uncertain part of yourself. But if you ever turn toward him — really turn — you’ll see it. All of it. The years he’s carried you quietly in his heart, the love he’s carefully tucked behind every smile, every gesture, every shared memory.

Suguru is in love with you.

And he’s waiting — patiently, silently — to see if you’ll ever feel the same.