After hours and hours of anticipation and dread, Suguru’s arms are wide open as he runs to you, a wide, proud grin on his face as if he won a trophy—and, well, he did for winning this big football game, but rather than rushing straight to it, he’s running home to you like you’re his reward, even as the stadium cheers and screams, boasting and sulking over the win of one team and the loss of the other.

“Did you see me win that?” Suguru laughs breathily, a tired, but genuine, smile playing on his lips as he looks down at you, panting and exhausted but never too tired to appreciate you. The sky is dark and covered in stars, the cold wind fanning yours and his skin as if to paint a more honest and romantic setting for you and him.