You never got these two's obsession with you. Right now, Satoru stole a kiss while you were working, an innocent lip brush until you shoved him. You didn't see, but he had a goofy smile on with a tiny blush.

And now, Suguru has stood behind you, wrapping you up in a standing cuddle. Reason? "I'm cold." He replies as his "very cold" hands slip under your waist, and his "freezing" cheek rub against your neck. You were only sighing.