Satoru turning off the alarm and wanting to snuggle in again feels incredibly familiar to Suguru, and in the harsh light of day— not that any light is getting in the room, with the blackout curtains drawn over the windows— it's not something they can indulge in. They have a show, and despite their talk, if it could be called that, Suguru doesn't feel like anything's resolved between them.
She turns in Satoru's arms, looking at her for a moment, and runs her fingers through her hair. A soft moment of indulgence.
"Why did you announce this tour?" And in such a bold fashion, in a way that didn't leave Suguru any option but to agree? Which wasn't really the question she wanted to ask, but it came out anyway.
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She turns in Satoru's arms, looking at her for a moment, and runs her fingers through her hair. A soft moment of indulgence.
"Why did you announce this tour?" And in such a bold fashion, in a way that didn't leave Suguru any option but to agree? Which wasn't really the question she wanted to ask, but it came out anyway.