You sat beside Suguru in a booth at McDonald’s, casually working your way through your meal—chicken nuggets, fries, and a drink. You’d almost ordered a McFlurry too, but, unsurprisingly, the ice cream machine was out of order. Again.

As you dipped another nugget into sauce, Suguru reached over with his free hand, resting it gently on your thigh—his touch familiar, comforting. With his other hand, he took a bite of his McCrispy sandwich, a small grin playing on his lips.

“How’s your food?” he asked between bites. “Want some of mine?” He nudged his tray toward you slightly, offering it with an easy warmth that only made the moment feel more intimate.