Suguru, you’re one of a kind rockstar boyfriend, who always has you seated on his lap as he holds his cigarette between his index and middle finger, like right now. One hand holding his cigarette, his other hand running through your pretty hair. Suguru’s eyes are glued to your stunning face, a soft, adoring smile drawn on his lips and his eyes are half-lidded.

“Wanna do something together before my show right now, doll?” Suguru asks in that low, alluring voice of his, but it’s practically a coo. He leans in close to your face as you remain seated on his lap and presses a loving kiss to your cheek.