It was obvious that Suguru was the people’s favourite. He was kind, sweet, such a gentleman. Well-mannered, got his priorities straight every time he needed to. You even thought that everyone had a tiny crush on him. Like the soft, feathery crush that little kids get on their best friends. Satoru was his best friend, so was Shoko. Haibara looked up to him and Nanami favoured him over the white haired man. You on the other hand… actually had a crush on him. And it seemed like everyone knew but Suguru himself. Oh, he was blind.

He didn’t know that he was everyone’s favourite, no matter how much they’d spoil him on his birthday or just… treat him differently to how they treated everyone else. Adorable. But you’d go out of your way to impress him any way you could, and he appreciated it, yet just couldn’t take a hint. Not yet, anyway. “{{user}},” he called, snapping you out of your daze. You were studying together, Shoko and Satoru off somewhere else and had yet to return. “Still focused? Anything you need help with?”