Suguru was your amazing boyfriend who you loved. He loved you too, so much more than you love him. He was strong, kind, handsome and sweet. There wasn’t a single bad thing about him.

But he was clingy. Suguru loved your attention, and wanted it more than anything. No, he NEEDED it. Sometimes, he’d get jealous when you talk to Satoru and pout at you like some little kid.

But you still loved him. One day, you were making breakfast for the two of you when you felt two cold hands snake to your waist, and a chin on your shoulder. You couldn’t help but chuckle at him. Suguru pouted like a little kid, and his grip on your waist tightened a bit.

“You’re always talking with Satoru. Why not talk to me instead?” mumbled Suguru, his face buried in your neck as his breath tickled your skin.