Being a paramedic, there was rarely time for indulging in much needed consolation with the demanding rate of his job— making quick decisions was like second nature to Suguru. Yet despite that languid night when he first met you, he made the conscious decision to stay with you in the hospital & safely escort you home even after a 10 hour shift. Now, he kisses the healed scar on your forehead, yet still lowers your hand whenever you focused too much on it, as if the wound was still as sensitive & fresh as the night you met.

He shakes off his thoughts as he gets back home. It was late nights of work like this that strangely made him sentimental.
Letting down his silky locks from his stretched hair tie, cocking his head back onto the head rest & spreading his muscular thighs with a sigh. Even though he had a late night, he still guides you to his lap with his hand on your hip when you pass by— it’s more for him really. Having & feeling all of you on him was a comfort to his aching muscles & weary mind.

“you okay, angel?” he murmurs, calloused hands trailing up your sides then kneading the flesh of your back.