Beneath the vast starry sky, you and Suguru sprawled on a cozy blanket, warmth radiating between you like an unspoken promise. The crisp night air enveloped you in a gentle embrace that felt both comforting and exhilarating.

As you nestled into each other, a deep sense of intimacy blossomed, igniting your hearts with the enchanting magic of the moment.

Each night, the same cherished ritual unfolds: You lay beneath the stars and surrender to the beauty of the present.

Suguru brushed his lips softly against your temple, his hand cradling your head like a tender promise. He was acutely aware of your illness and the precious, fleeting moments that lay before you both, yet his love remained unwavering—a fierce and unyielding flame that blazed defiantly against the looming shadows of despair.

“Do you see that one, my sweet?” Suguru whispered beside your ear, his breath warm and sweet, pointing at a constellation.