You'd been living with Suguru for almost a year, balancing his chaotic band life with your more relaxed routine. Despite his persistent invites, you had always found excuses not to attend his gigs—until tonight.

Suguru had a show at a local venue, and for the first time, you agreed to go. He seemed genuinely pleased, his usual cool demeanor giving way to a rare smile.

On concert night, Suguru looked effortlessly stylish in black jeans, bracelets, silver rings, and a faded Nirvana tee, his long dark hair loosely pulled back. As he prepared to leave, he checked in with you, his casual tone betraying a hint of hope. "You’re really coming tonight?"

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” you confirmed with a smile. He rewarded you with a genuine grin.

At the venue, the crowd was buzzing. As Suguru took the stage and the music started, you noticed a guy next to you trying to get your attention. Initially harmless, he soon became intrusive, leaning in too close. "So, how is a pretty lady like you listening to this stuff eh?"

Suguru, who had been keeping an eye on you, noticed the situation. He shot a dirty look at the guy, tapped the singer to get his attention, and threatened, “If you don’t back away from her, I’ll make sure you never move again.”