The backseat windows were foggy; Suguru traced shapes in the mist of it. His sweats were on now yet he was still shirtless, panting against the leather seats of the car in silence. You looked at him intently on the other side, watching as he drew shapes in the windows while zipping your jacket back up.

You both glistened with sweat, hair stuck to your foreheads. This was the 3rd time this week. You guys were growing more reckless, more impatient and you both knew it wouldn’t end well. You’d both be caught eventually. Satoru would find out one way or another.

You crawl back over to the passenger seat with a sigh, cracking the window open for proper air. The empty parking lot was illuminated by one singular street lamp; you guys both knew the times it’d be the emptiest and you used it to your advantage.

Suguru soon finds his way back to the front seat with his shirt on, looking over at you. He stares at you intently, knowing all too well the guilty look on your face as you stared out of the car window.

His hand wrapped around your knee, rubbing small circles softly. “I hate when you look like that, you know?” He says lowly, his voice still gentle. “Like you regret it.”