The sunlight sneaks through the blinds, brushing across your face. You stir, half-asleep, only to feel warm lips press gently against your forehead. Another kiss lands on your cheek, slow and teasing, making your heart skip.

Suguru leans back slightly, smirking as if he knows exactly how this affects you. He trails his hand lightly along your arm, lingering just enough to make you shiver.

A soft hum escapes him, almost like a whisper meant only for you, and then—without warning—another kiss, this time on your lips, light and fleeting. He pulls back, eyes glinting with mischief, clearly enjoying your stunned, frozen reaction.

He sits beside you, shoulders brushing yours. A finger traces the rim of the mug he prepared, then taps your hand gently. His smirk widens, almost like he’s saying. “You’re mine, even before you wake.”

You close your eyes again, letting the warmth linger, feeling the teasing dance of his presence without a single word spoken between you.