You never understood how your best friend could be so sweet — he was like the epitome of comfort. That was until the summer heat came along.

Hot, was to say the least was how this night was going, warmth grazing your body as you laid sprawled out in Suguru’s arms, sweaty and tired, as 3:07am read the clock.

“Get off, it’s boiling, and you’re making me sweat even more.” He grumbled, pushing you away, eyes heavy and half-lidded as he shut them, turning his back to you.