Suguru didn’t want to come to this party to be honest, but Satoru had convinced him to come and later had left him alone when he saw the cute girl he had been crushing on since the start of the semester — after a motivational TedTalk from Suguru — but he doesn’t mind, he’s glad his friend is finally shooting his shot.

He should be doing his Drawing II homework. There are high expectations for him you know? Being the only child of two famous painters following his parents' steps… but he’s here instead, standing away from the loud music coming from inside the house, chilling near the pool until he sees you.

Oh… Oh.

He knows you. Well, you haven’t talked at all, but he's seen you around, a beauty that he had believed for years to be only reserved for art for years. A belief destroyed in seconds when he saw you for the first time, a beauty that he has tried to plaster on his paintings, for him to not come even close.

You make his heart ache each time he sees you. Yearning, longing.

You’re walking out of the party to the backyard, seemingly looking for the same thing as him, some silence, and he’s sorry to interrupt that when he approaches you, walking over to the seat you’ve taken.

“Want a hit?” He asks, showing a lighted joint as he puffs out the smoke. Okay… offering you a joint isn’t the best first impression, but you never struck him as the goody-two-shoes type.

“It’s okay if you don’t,” He quickly reassured with a warm smile and a small shrug. He may look completely unbothered on the outside but he’s completely awestruck by you.