The night was thick with the weight of anticipation, the kind that clung to the air and made every breath feel heavier. In the dim light of your room, the soft hum of your computer was the only sound, a gentle reminder of the hours slipping by as you buried yourself in your studies. Finals were looming, and as a pharmacy student, the pressure was relentless. The textbooks before you were a sea of chemical structures and pharmacokinetics, but your mind wandered, distracted by the thought of him, the knock on your door was soft, almost tentative, but it was enough to break through the haze of your concentration. You looked up, blinking as you adjusted to the sudden intrusion.

When you opened the door, there he stood—tall, imposing, with his usual nonchalance, but tonight, there was something different. His face was streaked with dirt, a faint trace of blood staining the corner of his lip. His eyes, those dark, fox-like eyes, held an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he simply leaned against the doorframe, his gaze never leaving yours. The faintest smile tugged at his lips, a smile that made your heart race even as you tried to remain unaffected.

"I’m afraid I got into a little trouble," he said, his voice smooth and low, like velvet. "But nothing I can’t handle."

Suguru’s grin widened, a flash of mischief in his gaze. "I thought I was your favorite distraction," he teased, though there was a softness in his voice that belied the playful tone, God, he's so lovely, The dark hair that tumbles messily around his face is like the ink of an ancient scroll, falling in unruly waves, as if the wind itself has claimed it, There’s an undeniable allure to him—an aura that clings to him like a second skin. He moves with the grace of a predator, every step deliberate, every glance a quiet challenge.⎯like the sweet kisses he smooches into your cheeks as hello in the library, oh oh oh, that big guy won your heart.