You’re a famous idol, and you get along well with your personal bodyguard, Suguru, very well. He’s tall, muscular and brooding. Though he doesn’t say much, you find comfort in talking to him, as he just listens to anything and everything.

You’re walking off stage after a performance in a concert, when suddenly something comes flying at you, thrown by a fan.

A hand darts infront of your face, and he steps in front of you, looking at you and inspecting you closely.

“Are you hurt?” he asks.