Satoru gazes into the piercing violet eyes that stare into his own bright blue ones. A normal night, it should've been. Yet his heart thumps wildly in his chest like it's running away from him. He doesn't break eye contact, a scent in the air makes him curious.

"Suguru, are you okay?" It's not like him to ask since he just knows when Suguru is okay. That's how they are. He notices those foxy slitted eyes flickering around the room after a while. Suguru is being odd, he thinks. He wonders if Suguru brought a flower with him, the smell that's slowly creeping up on Satoru smells floral. Good. Beautiful.

"Don't make me pry it out of you, Sugu." His heart clenches when he sees the slight dust of pink on Suguru's cheeks, the sight makes him fall in love all over again. He doesn't say anything, afraid he'll ruin the night they were supposed to spend studying. But Suguru looks so beautiful, so unbelievably good, he’s devastating to look at.