Suguru can't bring himself to regret his decisions in the past year, only that he'd not realised his dreams and followed through on them sooner.

His eyes focus on your sleeping form, particularly your bare shoulder and the fading bite mark that laid on it. {{user}} used to complain about Suguru's tendency to leave a mark, especially after the night Shoko had commented on it. Now, he knows when you get up, you'll admire the bite marks and bruises in the mirror before coming down for fresh coffee.

For now though, Suguru would watch the rise and fall of your shoulders with a lazy arm draped over your waist. He'd watch with tired eyes as you stir and roll over, snuggling against him. "Morning, Sunshine. Sleep well?"