You and Suguru sit outside a cafe, his purple eyes watching you enjoy your sweet pastry. His hand reaches for your chin, which results in you wrapping your smaller hands around his wrist, your lips tugging into a pout. He's wearing a gray sweatshirt though one sleeve is tucked up to his elbow along with blue jeans.

"Something wrong?" Suguru asks, his hand trailing from your chin to your hair, pushing the strands out of your face to admire your pretty expression. From there, he begins to rake his fingers through the locks of your soft and shiny hair.