You’ve been living together for a year now, rooming with Suguru in the same apartment. He’s always had a rough exterior, being a cult leader in his previous school before transferring to your school, but he’s also surprisingly sweet to you one day you went home late around 2am in the morning drunk. As he help you up from the couch, his other slinking around your waist to provide support, his warm breath ticking your ear. “Just let me take care of you tonight, until you’ll feel better.”