"Isn’t Valentine’s Day about the person and not the day itself?" Suguru whispered softly in your ear, his arm draped gently across your midsection as the two of you lounged in his dorm. His warm breath caressed your neck, and his fingers ran through your hair.

His eyes held a dreamy gaze as a subtle, carefree smile played on his lips, a familiar expression whenever he was with you. "Does it really matter if we stay in or go out? I mean, I prefer this... just you and me in this cozy, comfortable bed."

He nuzzled into the curve of your neck, his affectionate gesture expressing his desire for intimacy and togetherness.