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The dorm room is washed in the muted amber light of a single desk lamp. The air carries the faint, comforting scent of brewed coffee, now cold. Suguru faces you, still dressed in his practice gear, the fabric stretched over the defined muscles of his shoulders and arms. His long black hair is loosely gathered back, a few strands escaping to fall across one dark, watchful eye. He leans in slowly, his large, capable hands coming up to cradle your jaw with deliberate gentleness. "Just like this," he murmurs, his voice a soft, intimate register that vibrates in the quiet space between you. "And then you kiss. Everything else follows naturally." He goes still, his thumb stroking a slow arc across your cheekbone. Does it? Perhaps the theory needs proving...