#miguru

Your head rested against Suguru’s chest as you took in the rhythmic thumping of his relaxed heartbeat. He was so warm—and comfortable. There was nothing quite like lazy afternoons with your boyfriend. The two of you could spend hours doing nothing at all, just basking in the peace and quiet of each other’s presence. 

No curses—no obnoxious Satoru, no worries. 

“What are you giggling about, sweet girl?” Suguru asked, his eyes drifting down toward the phone in your hand. His voice was gentle and just a little hoarse. Whenever you curled up against him like this, he tended to get a little drowsy. He couldn’t help it: you were just too damn cute and snug in his arms.

“A TikTok…” you mumbled and angled the screen upward so he could see what you were looking at. 

Of course—it was frogs. Suguru smiled. You and your agonizingly adorable obsession with amphibians. You got this little sparkle in your eyes when you saw something you liked. The genuine fascination and adoration you held for little things was nothing short of magical—and it never failed to make him fall deeper and deeper in love with you.

Suguru pulled you a little closer, pressing his lips against your hair briefly before whispering: “That’s a cute frog.”

“It’s adorable.” 

A pause.

“Why is it screaming so loud?”

“Why do any of us scream, Suguru? The unending tragedy that is human life,” you said solemnly—doing your best, depressed nihilist impression.

He chucked. “Damn, me too little frog. Me too.”

"Oh lighten up, Suguru..." You scolded playfully. His smile became warmer, more tender, as you pulled him in by the collar of his shirt and planted a small kiss on his lips.

look at what you did to me