"I wasn't mean in this way," she points out, letting go of her nipple to run her thumb over it soothingly. They'd cuddled and hugged, and Satoru had clung to her or hung off her, but it had never gone beyond that. Suguru wanted to kiss her sometimes, but there was never a chance, and by the time she'd really figured out what she wanted, Satoru had been slipping away from her, like sand held in her hand.

"Not worthless," Suguru comments softly. Too soft. She looks away, then back to Satoru, with a firmer expression. "Sometimes I do want you to crawl to me and kneel between my legs. And sometimes you'll have to earn my touch. You don't get it just because you're Gojo Satoru, but because you're mine, and being a good girl for me. And if you don't want to be good, that's your choice, but I'm not just going to give in to your demands or let you do whatever you want."

And then, she wants to clarify: "Anything that happens on stage won't impact us here, that's different." That's their career, and Suguru won't let this... thing between them impact their music, or let Satoru's antics on stage carry over too much into the bedroom.