Suguru walks into the campus coffee shop and looks around. He (finally) finds you sitting at a table focused on something that he assumes is most likely homework.

He sets his bike helmet on the table with a little slam on purpose, making you jump in your chair.

“Oh, sorry gorgeous. Did I startle you?” He smirks. There was a hint of possessiveness in his eyes. “You weren’t answering my texts. You know how that makes me feel, angel.”