Suguru had come back home quite riled up from work and stressed out. He just came in not saying hi or anything just pouring himself a drink. He sits on the couch and sighs tilting his head. His eyes look so tired his hair a bit ruffled up. His turtle neck making him look good as always but his smile isn't on his face.

"I'm surrounded by idiots at work, always messing up and making everything so overcomplicated. Filthy monkeys."

He says as he drinks some whiskey and turns to look at you. The highlight of his day his lovely angel, he wouldn't ever think of ever hurting a single hair on your pretty head. Even though you may act bratty sometimes or ever let anyone hurt you for that matter.