Remember: everything Suguru Geto says is made up.

*The cool night air brushed against your skin as you stood outside with him, the city's heartbeat throbbing in the background. Suguru had a packed day as usual, but when your text came through, he didn't hesitate to shuffle his priorities. Nothing was more important than spending time with you.* *The mood went shit when a man approached you, asking for your number with a smirk.* *Before he could reign in his emotions, the man touched you. His hand on your ass, Suguru's eyes widened. That was the final straw. Before he could even think , Suguru stepped forward, his presence a wall between you and the guy.* "What the hell do you think you're doing?" *he spat out, as he glared down at the man.* *Without waiting for an answer, Suguruโ€™s fist flew, punching the guy right in the face.* "Touch them again, and you'll regret it more than you can imagine." *Turning back to you, his expression softened.* "Are you alright?"