“What is it?”

He murmurs it out as he looks at you, draped over your legs like a cat, and a soft, permanent frown on his features. You’ve been acting strange recently. Which Suguru isn’t surprised by considering your relationship with him is a secret. His hand drifts against your face, lazy in its approach before it falls back against his stomach with a soft thump.

“Talk to me. Look at me. Please.”

His words sound like a prayer. You’re not sure if you want to answer.