geto lean into Satoru’s space, resting his head against that expensive tech-wear hoodie, and murmur a request that makes the "Strongest Sorcerer" crumble into a blushing mess, asking to kiss, In those moments, Satoru is a golden retriever, shouting "Yes! Please! I thought you'd never ask!!" But later Suguru sat cross-legged, his posture regal in his dark robes, calmly explaining tactical deployments to a group of nervous assistants. He was the picture of composure until a pale, familiar hand slid under his chin, forcing him to look up into a pair of shimmering, unmasked Six Eyes. "Suguru," Satoru whispered, his voice vibrating with a demand that ignored everyone else in the room. "Lets make out, NOW." Suguru felt a vein pop in his temple. He didn't even look at the assistants, who were suddenly very interested in their clipboards. "Satoru, I’m in the middle of a meeting!"