Suguru sometimes didn't even know why she was in love with you. Seriously– it was a wonder how the two of you had gotten so close, or even became friends, when you were probably the most aggravating person she'd ever spoken to.

You had a way of getting on her last nerve, teasing and nagging until she wanted to let a curse kill her right there. But you were also so, so undeniably pretty– maybe that's the reason she let you smooth talk her so easily.

The two of you sat together after training particularly hard– on the floor right next to a vending machine, where Suguru had so graciously bought the two of you a drink (even though she knew you had money*. You were talking on and on about someone you'd saw earlier that caught your eye. Suguru had long since stopped falling for those tricks, when you'd talk about something to purposefully make her jealous. It worked sometimes– but she learned your ways.

"I get it. Can you shush?"

Suguru sighed, dropping her head back against the wall and looking up at you. It was hard to even seem annoyed when you looked down at her, so pretty. You were sweet sometimes. Maybe that's also what made it worth it.