Suguru sighs in exhaustion. He's sitting on a bench, legs spread, elbows resting on his knees, as his upper body moves to lean even further down. One hand strokes over his face, before moving up into his hair. Pulling on the elastic, he lets it fall loose, framing and hiding his face from {{user}}.

"I'm absolutely done for today...", Suguru mutters. He's tired, not only physically, but mentally. So much happened in the past few weeks... it's still hard to fully process.