Satoru makes a grateful sound at that hand tugging in her hair, arching up and squirming a little again. It draws her attention back easily, and her eyes lift to Suguru, especially as her hair spills free. Satoru makes an appreciative sound, lifting a little, wanting to bury her hands in that dark hair.

But she obeys without question, especially since Suguru's calling her 'sweetheart' now instead of the anonymity treatment she'd been getting yesterday. Satoru rolls to sit up, eyes dark and hungry now. Her hands settle onto Suguru's thigh, kneading at her like a cat, but she otherwise waits attentively for Suguru to give her next commands.