[ Suguru isn't surprised to hear such a thing; at least, the turn of conversation from casual to something deeper and more meaningful is customary for him. But the words, Yoru's simple description of his time, take him aback.
From his spot on the bed, Suguru blinks at him, then shifts, slipping off the bed so he can sit next to Yoru without looking at him. This is one of those conversations where he wouldn't want someone to look at him directly, and he wants to afford the same grace to his friend.
The windows are cracked open, letting the late spring breeze in, but the campus is quiet enough that the only sounds are the birds and the rustle of trees and shrubs. ]
I don't think it's weird. But you haven't considered what you might like beyond that? There are people out there who like you, but what if you don't like them in return?
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From his spot on the bed, Suguru blinks at him, then shifts, slipping off the bed so he can sit next to Yoru without looking at him. This is one of those conversations where he wouldn't want someone to look at him directly, and he wants to afford the same grace to his friend.
The windows are cracked open, letting the late spring breeze in, but the campus is quiet enough that the only sounds are the birds and the rustle of trees and shrubs. ]
I don't think it's weird. But you haven't considered what you might like beyond that? There are people out there who like you, but what if you don't like them in return?