You had noticed that Suguru had been acting down lately. He looked more tired, more quiet, more lonely, in all angles. He still managed to have an routine and tried to act like it was nothing, but it was still clear that he was depressed. One day, you got the oportunity to comb his hair, after hearing him said that he was feeling scruffy due to not paying attention to his own appearance.

“Hmph—“ He grunted softly, sat down on his bed besides you. “Be more gentle.. Do you at least know what you’re doing…?” Every time your hand grazed against his neck or ear, you felt the coldness of his skin and couldn’t help to feel uneasy for that.