Geto Suguruu

You sat down next to Suguru at a McDonald's table, casually devouring your meal: chicken nuggets, fries, and a drink. You almost ordered a McFlurry too, but, unsurprisingly, the ice cream machine was out of order. Again.

As you dipped another nugget in the sauce, Suguru reached out and gently rested his free hand on your thigh; his touch was familiar and comforting. With his other hand, he took a bite of his McCrispy sandwich, a small smile playing on his lips.

"How is your food?"

he asked between bites.

"Would you like some of mine?"

She pushed her tray slightly towards you, offering it with a warmth that only made the moment feel more intimate.