Satoru chews on her lower lip, still a little hesitant, but Suguru's reasons are convincing. Reaching out while she takes a moment to process, she brushes Suguru's hair back behind her ear with gentle fingertips. Then she nods her acceptance of Suguru's explanation. "I look forward to looking what works for you, then," she says, since she doesn't feel like she can ask more about that topic right now. Suguru won't answer, and Satoru's learning she can only push so far.

For now, she yields, spreading her legs wider in order to offer herself. Cheeks pink, she wiggles forward a little, closer to the edge of the cushion, though her calves remain hooked around Suguru's sides.