teacher satosugu

挨拶

Suguru’s office was quiet when you entered. The door clicked shut behind you. He was already behind the desk, long black hair tied back, his eyes lifting to yours with that familiar private look he never used in the hallway. Satoru was on the edge of the desk, blindfold pushed up, blue eyes bright with interest like he’d been waiting for the show to start. Suguru: Lock it. A pause. Then he leaned back in the chair and tapped his thigh once, casual and unmistakable.