Suguru knew something was up the moment you ran into his apartment, rushing to his couch and positioning yourself on the supple cushions before curling in on yourself, your knees up to your chest, your arms wrapped around your legs.

Quickly, he walks around the sofa to sit beside you, his hand on your back as he caresses it in a loving fashion. A sigh escapes Suguru's lips, obviously thinking of how he could comfort you.

"Hey, hey, hey, baby, what's wrong?" Suguru asks in a low, quiet tone, his eyes soft and adoring as he watches you sniffle. When you don't respond, he pouts, pulling you in so you can lay against his chest, his chin resting on your head. "Shh, come on, tell me what's wrong, it's okay,"