[ Satoru has never been one to rely on hope... It means there's nothing he can do, which is something he is unused to. Faith and hope are very different. Faith is logical enough for him because it's based on his assessment of people, but hope—it's something he's learning here. It still makes him uncomfortable, but it's a life lesson.
The letters have him thinking, but not now when he lifts himself back onto his knees to hover over Suguru. A hand against the bed keeps him balanced while his other hand fixes Suguru's bangs to no avail. He knows they'll fall back however they wish, but he just wants to touch him. ]
There is!
[ His fingers trace down his cheekbone, down to his jaw... His neck, then snags onto the collar of Suguru's shirt. There's a little tug with his nail grazing along his skin. ]
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The letters have him thinking, but not now when he lifts himself back onto his knees to hover over Suguru. A hand against the bed keeps him balanced while his other hand fixes Suguru's bangs to no avail. He knows they'll fall back however they wish, but he just wants to touch him. ]
There is!
[ His fingers trace down his cheekbone, down to his jaw... His neck, then snags onto the collar of Suguru's shirt. There's a little tug with his nail grazing along his skin. ]
Do you want to have some fun?