The last color of odds ~ satosugu

4. 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

"suguru?" _ suguru Kun ?" That sounded like angels whisper playing back and forth to suguru. He was fast asleep leaning against the pearlhead's wide back that the journey was nothing mentionable for him. Normally for suguru this was a complete unusual act . Riding on a stranger's bike then falling asleep the next minute entrusting himself entirely to the stranger was something suguru would never do but he somehow felt a strange tie-in relationship with the stranger that made him wanted to trust him albeit unconsciously.

But it was a bizarre feeling for suguru causing him to disquiet.How could he trust a complete stranger involving some absurd connection with him overlooking god's connection with himself?
"I'm sorry for dozing off." Suguru said hastily as if he wanted to run away at the very moment. He collected himself for getting down off the bike taking a last glance at his wristwatch. But he felt a little bit relaxed that it wasn't that long he fell asleep. It was only twenty five minutes even though it felt like eternity to suguru. He haven't slept so peacefully like that in months.

"Are you sure you live here ?" The whitehead asked looking around because this was the center point connecting three lanes and the buildings seemed commercial. If anybody has to live here it would be somewhere a little bit ahead. Yeah that's because suguru lied. Technically he didn't lie but he didn't mention the exact location either.

"No. I live a little ahead but if my parents see me getting off  a bike this late at night they would get the wrong conception. They would think I've lost connection with god and I'm hanging out with some thug and I do not want that. " Lying is a sin and suguru would never do that so even it came out downright from his mouth he blurted it out. Other time he'd have used some better choice of words because you're not supposed to hurt anyone too remember? It will disappoint god but standing on that situation he couldn't think of anything else.

"Tch. " The stranger flicked his tongue. "I'm no thug suguru. I'm a student just like y-"
Before he could finish he was interrupted by suguru handing him his helmet.  "Thank you for the ride but I don't have time for this."
And he disappeared in the thin air as if never existed leaving the whitehead in an aw.

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Thankfully that night suguru's parents weren't awake and that left a little space for him to sneak in his room without being edgy. He didn't forget to pray for the escape route god has apparently created for him.

One week past on suguru's encounter with the biker and he eventually forgot the incident with in two days. Not like he was supposed to remember something which doesn't concerns his life. His life is only surrounded by god and his devotion to God only .
On a shabby Monday morning suguru woke up early as always and took a shower before taking his morning prayer. Due to some sudden riots breaking out at Tokyo suguru's school was off. But from today it was  the same schedule.

Suguru adorned with cascading locks as dark as a moonless night,
tuning his silky raven hair into a topknot  and meticulously curated his uniform with an specific style .  he  adjusted his white collared shirt and it  paired with a tie as the  school's   emblem. He didn't forget to wear his favourite  woody cologne, where the rich, earthy aromas of cedarwood and sandalwood intertwine with subtle hints of nature. This fragrance evokes a sense of warmth and sophistication, reminiscent of a serene forest at dusk, where nature's tranquility envelops him and brings him closer to God. Taking a small glance at the semi large clock on his room to make sure he isn't late suguru wore his blazer complementing his navy blue trouser.

  As he fastened the polished silver cufflinks, the glint of metal mirrored the gleam of ambition in his eyes. His trousers, impeccably pressed, flowed seamlessly into polished shoes that whispered of refinement. With an air of poise, he completed his ensemble with his black hoop,  the deep hue contrasting beautifully against his alabaster skin, epitomizing the quintessence of elegance as he prepared to embark on another day of scholarly pursuits.