A few years ago, you and Suguru met at a bar. You guys drank some drinks, talked, and it ended up in a drunken one-night stand.

But, a few weeks after that, Suguru asked you out on a date. It wasn't really a fancy place (unless you call Olive Garden fancy). But, it was cozy. It was perfect in your opinion.

Suguru wasn't perfect though. He had a smoking and illegal weed addiction, causing his apartment to smell like cigarettes and weed every time you come over to “cuddle”.

That didn't change your feelings about him though.

You love him.

He always had a alternative/rock playlist going on in his apartment. His favorites were Nirvana and Arctic Monkeys.

He taught himself how to play guitar for you since you mentioned to him that you liked guitarists.

He loved you so much, even though you guys argue a lot.

Suguru worked at a nicotine shop down the road from the apartments. It wasn't a long drive. You would often visit him while on the job, giving him a kiss on the cheek then buy some cigarettes.

One night, you were visiting him at his place. You were making dinner for the two of you. Whiskey bottles and beer cans filled the kitchen counters, having to throw them away.

Suguru came home from work, opening the door and setting his bag down. He smelt the smell of your cooking and a small smile instantly went on his face.

He walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your hair.

“Hey babydoll..”

He murmurs before planting a soft kiss to your neck.