Nakai, Party of Two (Suzu, erotic content)

“I'm not overdressed, am I?” Suzu asks. She's clad in a long violet dress, extending down to her ankles, her feet covered with a simple pair of black flats. The top is cut off except for the straps, but it's high up enough on her chest to cover anything revealing. I suppose she can be modest at times.

“You're asking the guy in a monkey suit,” I reply. I'm in a rented suit, not having one of my own. It's fairly classic, just a white button-down with black pants, tie, and overcoat. Now that Suzu is my girlfriend and all, I decided it would only be fitting to take her out to a nice dinner. Traditional date, I guess. She's into the romantic stuff like that.

She chuckles at my joke. “Good point.”

I've called a taxi ahead of time, since the restaurant is in the city and definitely not within walking distance. I haven't told her, of course. Nor have I told her where we're going. I'm trying to keep this as much of a surprise as possible.

Our driver arrives, pulling up to the iron gates where we stand. “A taxi?” she asks. “You make this big schpeel about a fancy dinner and then call a /taxi/?”

“Hey, cut me some slack. Not like I can exactly afford a limo.”

She punches me in the arm. “Well, try harder next time.”

“Yes, ma'am.” I hold the door open for her as she steps inside, smoothing out the base of her dress before taking her seat. I climb in right after her, and she doesn't hesitate to grab my hand and hold it tightly, leaning her head on my shoulder.

“Where to, sir?” the driver asks.

“La maisonnée D'Arthur,” I reply. He nods and starts the drive.

Suzu looks up at me. “European?” I nod. “And nice European, at that. Now I know why you couldn't afford a limo.” She playfully flicks her finger at my nose.

“Like you're going to complain that I'm treating you like a princess.”

“Hm.... I suppose not.” I'm rewarded with a quick peck on the lips, and she snuggles back up close. It's this simple affection that I love most about her. She's such a hopeless romantic, and she's succeeded in converting me to the cause, as well. As I gently stroke her face, I notice that she's passed out to another narcolepsy attack. I decide to let her sleep until we get there.

I step out of the taxi, holding the door open for my date. She takes my extended hand as she exits, like some red-carpet celebrity. “Such a gentleman,” she says.

I shoot her a sincere smile. “Who says chivalry is dead?”

The car door slams shut. Our fingers intertwine, and we walk up to the restaurant door. A man in a much nicer suit than mine stands at a pedestal just outside the entrace. He writes furiously into a little booklet, his face pointed out toward us, but his eyes turned downward.

“Excuse me, sir,” I start. He looks up from his booklet, giving me a snide look.

“Yes, may I help you?” His voice is as pompous as I'd expect it to be.

“Nakai, party of two. We have a reservation.” He looks back at his booklet, scanning for the name. “Ah, so you do.” He grabs a pair of menus from beneath the pedestal. “Right this way, please.”

His gait is swift, suitable for a man of formal efficiency. Our table is situated close to the back, garnished only with a simple floral centerpiece. He lays the menus on the table and extends his arm in a welcoming gesture. We seat ourselves, and he leaves shortly after assuring us that our server will be here shortly.

“Wow,” Suzu comments, her eyes scanning the surroundings, trying to take in every detail. “You weren't kidding when you said fancy.”

“It seemed appropriate.” My lips curl back into that loving smile that she clamors so much about. “Least I could do for such a beautiful girl.”

Her cheeks flare with red. “Hisao... You're such a goofball.” Her hand moves across the table, reaching for mine. “But you're /my/ goofball.”

“Definitely yours,” I respond, lifting her hand to kiss her knuckles. “And I plan on staying that way for a long time.” I swear I can see her eyes practically glimmer with happiness at that statement.

We're interrupted by a throat-clearing from our server, and she tears away from me. Despite our comfortable attitude around each other, she is easily embarassed when discovered in her “loving state,” as she calls it. “Evening, sir and madam,” the server says, as rehearsed. “May I start you both off with something to drink?”

“Just a water for me, thank you,” Suzu shyly responds. I request the same, and he sees himself off. She slowly starts to come out of her shell now that he's gone. I cock my head at her. “Why so nervous?”

“I... I'm not sure,” she stammers. “It's just... I don't get to be girly often, y'know?” She's keeping her hands in her lap, shoulders locked in a shrug. “I guess I'm afraid I'll screw it up.”

My hand drifts to her shoulder, reassuring. “Hey. I don't care what these people think of you, if that's what's bothering you. You're beautiful, and I love you.” My smile seems to cheer her up. “That's enough, isn't it?”

She just nods, the crimson returning to her cheeks. I notice the waiter coming back and remove my hand. “Now,” I say before he comes into earshot, “let's just enjoy ourselves tonight.”

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Dinner proved to be a success after that. We talked about class while waiting for our food. She joked a lot about Mutou, mostly from Miki's perspective. Miki obviously isn't a fan of him, but she's not really a math and science person. Suzu kind of takes after her stance, but I'm a bit more interested in what he has to say.

I was pretty standard in my choice of dish, just some grilled fish filet with a lemon seasoning. She was more adventurous, going for raw oysters served with crackers and some kind of horseradish. “Remind me not to kiss you,” I teased after the waiter left with her order.

“Whatever, you know you will.”

“You'll have to convince me pretty hard.”

Turns out she didn't, practically assaulting me with a flurry of kisses in the back seat of the taxi on the way back to school. I gave no resistance. Pretty girl in a long dress kissing me? I couldn't give two shits if her breath stinks, to be honest.

Our fun in the back seat is short-lived, though. I swear the drive back is shorter. Her exit from the car happens just as before. I pay the driver his fee and walk with my date into the school grounds.

We stand in the center area of the grounds, surrounded by trees, greenery, and architecture. She stops me and beckons me close, pulling me into her embrace. Her skin is slightly chilled from the nighttime air, but still smooth as silk. My fingers feel out the contours of her back as my arms wrap around her tiny frame. Her head rests on my shoulder, facing inward to my neck. She once commented on how much she liked the smell of my cologne, the few times I wore it. Tonight is one of those nights.

“Hisao,” she whispers, pulling away from my neck. She looks up at me with those deep green eyes, bringing a free hand to my face. “Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?” she asks. I'm hoping that's a rhetorical question.

“You could stand to mention it more,” I say with a smile. She stands on her toes, reaching up to kiss me firmly on the lips. Her fingers run through my hair, and she inhales deeply as she revels in the pure passion of the moment. My arms snake back around her waist, hands crawling up her back. She's not going anywhere.

She breaks the kiss for a moment. “Hey, um...,” she stammers.

“Yeah?”

“Well, I was wondering if... I dunno, if you wanted to... jeez, this is awkward.”

“So then just ask? Worst I can do is say no.”

She frowns. I don't think that helped. “It's just... I was hoping you'd want to... come up for the night?”

“You mean to spend the night?”

She perks up. “Yeah, yeah! That's it~.” She rubs the back of her head, rather embarassed. “I've slept in your bed enough times now.” Her lips curl into the most adorable smile. “Why don't you come sleep in mine tonight? I'd like spending a full night with you for once. Cause I'd like to wake up next to you for once after the nightmares just to know that-”

I cut her off with another kiss on the lips. She reels back, closing her eyes and melting into the sensation. Both of our hearts beat faster, and I can feel hers pounding through her chest. I pull back, and she follows almost instinctively, leaving me with a nice image of her lips still puckered up at me. “You talk way too much.”

She giggles. The moments where she really shows off her girly side are my favorite. “So... mind answering the question, then?”

I can't help but smile back, planting a sweet kiss on her forehead. “I'd love to.” I check my watch to see if there's enough time to change. It's closing in on 10pm, so I still have about half an hour. “I'm gonna head back to my room first so I can get out of this suit, though.”

“Mmmm... sure you're not bailing on me?”

“Bail? On you? Ha, that's a good one.”

She spins around on her heel, starting toward her dorm. “Whatever you say, love.”

“I'll meet you in the lobby in ten!”

“Sure thing!”

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It takes me a bit longer than ten minutes to strip out of the suit and into something more comfortable; given how late it is and the casual nature of the coming encounter, I'm dressed in a pair of gym shorts and a white t-shirt. The late autumn air is rather cool on my skin, but it's refreshing. It's just cold enough to bite at my flesh, but warm enough to justify shorts over sweatpants.

As promised, she's waiting on the steps leading to the girls' dormitory, covered in a corduroy blanket and dressed similarly to me, revealing her knee brace. Except she's nodded off, her head leaned forward and her knees brought up to her chest. I run my fingers through her hair, my usual method of waking her up. It works, as always.

She flutters her eyes open, adjusting to the darkness. She's able to make out my face and smiles. “Good morning, sleeping beauty,” I say.

“Good morning,” she croaks, obviously still tired. “I guess I dozed off again, huh?”

“Seems that way.” I offer her my hand. She accepts, and I pull her up, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. “C'mon, let's head inside.”

The walk up to her room is quiet, despite the amount of people we see. It's getting rather late on a Saturday night, so the students are out and about, enjoying the evening before our weekly day off from school. I'm kinda curious what they think of me just waltzing through the dorms, though. I've been in here a few times already, but never really guided by Suzu. That makes it feel much more... awkward, I suppose is the word.

“You're nervous too?” Suzu asks me as we head up the stairs. I've been looking around the dorm almost frantically. I'm not sure why, I've been here plenty of times before. Though never to spend the night. I guess this is how Suzu feels when guys see her come in, but they don't see her leave.

“What gave it away?” I ask back.

“You look the same way I did when I first came to your room.” As she starts on the first step of the second set of stairs, she turns around and looks into my eyes, pecking me on the cheek. “Don't worry about it, darling. None of the other girls care.”

“If you say so.” My response is half-sarcastic.

“I mean it, don't worry about it. Who's gonna talk, Miki?”

“Actually, yes, that's exactly what I'm afraid of.”

She laughs and starts back up the stairs, readjusting her blanket to wrap around her horizontally. I note that her gym shorts do a nice job of showing off her legs. “So you get rumors spread about sleeping with your girlfriend. Are you really complaining?”

“Heh. I guess I shouldn't be, should I? Especially with the view from down here...”

“Hey!”

I think I deserved the smack on the face for that one. Still worth it.

Her room is about the same as I've always seen it: covered in light purples and lavenders, her favorite color. An array of stuffed animals sit on the bed beside her pillows. Her desk is simple, containing only a laptop and her textbooks. She's rather tech-oriented.

She falls back on the bed, blanket splayed out across the sheets, and lets out a long sigh. I follow suit, laying down beside her. She laughs at the slight entertainment of her bouncing bed. “Tired?” I ask her, tilting my head to face her.

She rolls onto her side. “Eh. Not really. I mean, you did just wake me up.”

“I thought those could come at any time, not just when you were tired?”

“They can. Doesn't mean I'm tired when I wake up, silly.”

She snuggles close to my body, practically begging me to wrap my arm around her. I don't think we've ever cuddled this way, actually. She's usually one for spooning, which we've done every time she's been over to my room.

Head resting on the right side of my chest, she brings another hand over my stomach. As it spiders across my skin and up my torso, she notices the slight dip in the center where my scar is. “What... what's this?” She runs her fingers along that area again and again. Well, she had to find out eventually. I've always worn a shirt to bed with her in the past, trying to delay the inevitable.

No turning back now. “It's my scar,” I tell her. “When I had my heart attack, they had to cut me open and operate just to keep me stable.”

Her fingertips running along my sternum feels... odd. I don't think anyone's ever touched it before. Especially not since the incident. She whispers, “You were pretty far gone, huh?”

“Yeah...,” I respond. “I guess you can say that.”

She sets her hand over my heart, jumping at the first erratic beat. Her palm runs back and forth, breathing deep and in sync with mine. “May... I mean...” She struggles for the words, trying not to stammer. “Could you show me?”

Am I ready to show her? I know that I love this girl, but... it's a sensitive subject. But I've already said that she'll have me for a while, haven't I? She'll have to see eventually, especially if we ever end up doing... that.

I swallow the lump in my throat. “Okay.”

My arm removes from her, and we both sit up. I take a long, deep inhale, exhaling it slowly through my mouth. She'll be the first to have seen it outside my family. But... I trust her. I love her. That much I know.

I turn so that our bodies face each other. I reach for the hem of my shirt and start pulling it up over my head. The garment gets tossed at the foot of her bed. Her eyes fixate on my chest, on the deformity running right down my sternum.

From her quivering eyes, it's fairly obvious that she isn't sure how to react. I detect the slightest hints of... sympathy? Pity? “I... I'm sorry,” she stammers. You should know that I don't need your pity, Suzu.

“Don't be. You... had to find out eventually. I just wasn't sure I was ready to show you.” She cups my face with a hand, and I grab hers with mine. I guide her wrist down to my chest, her eyes following. Her fingertips run across the scar. “Your heart...”

I shake my head. “Nope.” Still holding her wrist, I move her palm over her own chest. “Yours, now.”

Her smile is so wide it could make stretch marks. That glimmer that I saw at the restaurant returns, but it's more intense this time, enhanced by the water collecting in her eyes. “You... You are wonderful.”

“Yeah, I know.” My sarcasm earns me a shove, and I fall back onto the mattress, laughing maniacally. She drops down on top of me with a thud, breaking the fall with her hands, joining in the laughter. Her eyes still shimmer with green, the most beautiful I've ever seen them. She brings her lips to mine with a sharp breath. The aggression in her kisses feels more than just romantic; it's borderline lustful.

My hands run up from her hips and beneath her shirt, feeling out the contours of her back. Her skin is like silk, perfectly smooth and soft. Her breathing intensifies as my fingers drift under the back of her bra. She quickly pulls away, panting heavily. “Hisao...,” she whispers.

“Yeah, Suzu?”

“You promise you love me?”

I nod. “More than anything.”

She closes her eyes and sits upright, my arms falling to my sides. She reaches under her shirt and around to her back. The faint snaps of unfastened hooks come in pairs, and she shrugs her shoulders to pull off her brassiere. It falls into her pinched fingers, and she tosses it over next to my shirt.

Her weight falls back on top of me, and we pick up where we left off. It doesn't take me long to get under her shirt again, but this time snaking up her stomach to her chest. With one hand resting at the base of her back, I grab a breast with my free hand. She lets out a deep sigh at the contact, even though she expected it. A light pinch of her nipple turns that sigh into a whimper, almost one of pain.

“Careful,” she says. “Sensitive.”

I apologize and decide to keep it to simple flicks and massages. Her lips start to move away from mine, over to my cheek and down to my jawline. She plants peck after peck on my neck, some longer than others, but each sending chills down my spine.

The hand caressing her breast starts to run through her hair, holding her in place when she hits a hot spot at the joint with my collar. “Right there,” I groan. I can barely see her face, but I know she takes great pride in being able to make me feel this way. My other hand works its way into her shorts and onto her supple rear. She takes this as a motion to start moving her hips, which - while unintentional - is definitely welcomed.

Even through four layers of fabric, the feeling of our crotches grinding together is amazing. Each stroke pulses a surge of pleasure through my body, tickling at the back of my brain. She sits upright, planting her palms on my stomach, so that she can try to get some pleasure out of it, too.

I would reach up to take off her shirt, but laying back in ecstasy leaves me absolutely paralyzed. She starts to pant, a few quiet moans escaping her throat. I find the strength to bring my hands to her thighs, crawling up into the legs of her shorts to rest on her hips.

Her whimpers diminish, and her eyelids fall as if she's just doing this for my sake. “...Suzu?” She comes to a stop, lifting her eyelids. “You okay?”

She thinks for a moment. “...not really. I'm not really feeling anything.”

As much as I care about my own pleasure, I want this to be a good experience for her, too. “Here, lay down,” I command. She obeys, coming down to my side as I roll halfway on top of her. Our lips engage in a tender embrace, my fingers exploring her curves. They slowly drift downward, over her stomach, across her navel, and down to her pelvis. She tightens up while I caress the inside of her thighs, clearly not sure what to do.

“Just relax,” I tell her, kissing her forehead. “I won't hurt you. I promise.”

“O... okay. I trust you.”

I'd be an idiot to betray those words.

I slip into her shorts, running my fingers across the warm spot between her legs. It's already moist, thanks to our earlier efforts. At first contact, she squeezes her thighs together, but slowly reopens them. A single finger runs along her slit, pulling out very deep breaths. “Haaaaahhhhh~...,” she sighs.

“I'm not even through the cloth yet,” I joke.

“Doesn't matter, apparently~,” she responds. “Now don't you dare stop.”

Well, invitation sent. And accepted. I bury my face in her neck, giving her the same treatment that she gave me, while my hand slides into her underwear. The soft skin between her legs is moist with sweat and... other fluids. She whimpers as I tease her, simply sliding up and down her opening.

Tired of games, she reaches down and shoves my fingers into her, yelping as they slip in. I thrust my fingers in and out of her sex, eliciting cries of pleasure and her nails clawing into my scalp. She pulls my face away from her neck and up to hers, kissing me hard. Our tongues writhe together, stifling the moans trying to come up from her stomach. Still, the vibrations come through her lips and emanate through my skull.

She arches her back, spreading her legs apart wide, trying to give me more room to plunge deeper. Unable to hold herself back anymore, she starts to gasp for air, moaning in pure pleasure. “H... Hisao~...,” she whispers, her eyes afire with passion. “I'm... I'm gonna~...”

She bites her lower lip to keep herself quiet, but I know what she means. I accelerate, shoving my fingers further into her with each push. “Don't... stop~...,” she cries. With one final thrust, she arches her spine as high as it can go, her whole body quivering. She reels back, reveling in her climax as waves of pure joy shoot rocket through her small frame.

Her back falls, and she starts panting. “Feel good?” I ask. She just gives me that 'What do you think?' look. I kiss her tenderly, which she returns gingerly.

“I love you, Suzu.”

She smiles, though she was doing that already. “I... love you, too, Hisao. Now... lose the pants, boy~.” Don't have to tell me twice. I stand up, shucking my gym shorts and boxers. As the underwear slide to my feet, she comments, “Nice butt.”

“Hey, I got in trouble for looking at yours, earlier.”

“That's because I'm a girl. I'm allowed to be mad about that.” Not really in the mood to argue, I toss the rest of my clothes aside and climb on top of her, planting kisses down her cheeks, neck, and collar. I lift the hem of her shirt up over her head, throwing it with our little pile. Her own shorts and underwear come off, as well, leaving her completely vulnerable.

She twitches a bit as I spread her legs apart. Her hands are up next to her mouth. “Nervous?” I ask. She nods. “Don't be.” I elect to spend a few minutes just kissing her as sweetly as I can. This seems to reassure her, and she wraps her arms around me as she melts in the romance. My hands aren't focused on her body, only moving around her curves and face, as they would in public.

As I pull away, she stares into my eyes. “Okay,” she says. “I'm ready.”

We both reach down, her hand on my wrist, mine on my member, and she guides me into her. She bites her knuckle. “Owww...” I stop, but she shakes her head. “Good pain.”

I make it about halfway in, then start moving. Low moans and sighs can be heard on both ends. This is unlike anything either of us have felt before. She brings her arms around my neck, nails digging into my back as I start to go in deeper.

As I start to speed up, her whimpers turn into cries of ecstasy, begging me not to stop. My hips hit hers, our momentum shaking the mattress to and fro. “Nnnnnnhhhh~,” she moans, yelping with each thrust. Her breasts move along with us, bouncing almost violently.

My face goes into her neck, hitting that hot spot that I found earlier. Whispers of encouragement assault my ears as I kiss and suck on her skin, and she bites the lobe at least once. “Yes.... yeah, that's the spot~... nnnhhh~ my God, Hisao, don't you dare fucking stop.”

She arches her back and bucks her hips. Her walls start to clench around me, squeezing tightly to increase her own pleasure. She wraps her legs around my waist, locking me in place.

Breathing gets harder, and I start to pant for air. My heart beats faster and faster, but nothing dangerous just yet. I can feel my own climax clamoring to surge through my body, and I try to fight it back. “Suzu...,” I whisper. “I can't... much longer....”

She gets the message. “Me too...”

I remove my face from her neck. She looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes, almost daring me to finish the job. As if anything could really stop me now.

The sensations come in waves, but less sparse. They merge into one perfect feeling, all too familiar to teenage boys, yet far more intense. What they say is true: it really is better with someone you care about.

More floods of passion ripple through my veins. I can feel it drawing near. I struggle to contain it, but it's futile. The surge begins, pulsing through my head, starting at the top of my spine and going all the way through to my legs. Her walls tighten, convulsing as she erupts into her own orgasm. It's the final push, and I fire off into her as she welps in incredible bliss. Her nails push into my back, almost enough to draw blood.

She lays there, quivering as she did before, but much harder this time. Her pants are loud, more resembling dying moans than gasps for air. My arms feel weak, like I haven't eaten in days. The exhaustion feels similar to a good run, my muscles drowning in adrenaline and lactic acid.

Heh. /Better than sex, right?/ Emi, you were wrong. Waaaay wrong.

Drained of my energy and unable to hold myself up any longer, I fall over on her, both of us breathing incredibly hard. Our sweaty bodies share heat, and I run my hands down to hers, our fingers locking together. “Hahhhh~...,” she pants. “In... incredible~.”

“Yeah... something like that,” I whisper between breaths.

I try to roll off of her, but she keeps her legs locked around me. “Stay. Just for... a minute...”

So we lay there, only enjoying the sound of each other's breathing. Not a care in the world, just two teenagers lost in the throes of love. I can feel both of our hearts racing, trying desperately to calm down.

Eventually, she shoves my chest gently, a request for me to get off of her. I lay down on my back, and she curls up next to me, ear placed directly over my racing heart. She's the first to break the silence. “I never thought I could love someone this much,” she says, stroking my scar. Her face turns up to look at me. “I'm glad I met you, Hisao.”

I crack the goofiest smile I can. “I'm glad you did, too, Suzu.” I grab her chin and pull her into a tender kiss. No tongue, no tricks, just lips.

Eventually, hers stop moving. I pull away and open my eyes, but she doesn't open hers. A light snoring comes from her throat. Ha. Figures she'd have an attack after that. Better than during, I suppose.

I grab the blanket that she wore downstairs, which has been thrown off to the side barely within my reach. Thankfully, I'm able to avoid disturbing Sleeping Beauty. I throw the blanket out with one hand and let it drape over our bodies, shifting her into her preferred side-sleeping position.

I get up from the mattress, moving to turn out the light. The room sufficiently dark, I crawl back into bed with my lover, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her close. Her hair gets in my face, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Just before I drift off to sleep, I swear I can feel her hand reach for mine. A simple gesture, but one that speaks volumes. Her whispering comes along with it.

“I love you, Nakai.”

Then, black.

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The sunlight shines through Suzu's window, disturbing my rest. I fight back, throwing sheets over my head, but to no avail. My eyes open, and Suzu is sitting at her desk, surfing the web on her laptop, earbuds nestled firmly in her bobbing head. She's dressed in those same shorts from last night, or at least a similar pair.

I start to get out of bed and notice my clothes still on the floor. Looking down confirms my suspicion: I'm still ass-naked. I throw the shorts on, but don't put on the shirt. I slowly get out of bed, trying not to make any noise, and tip-toe up behind my prey.

She doesn't notice me before I'm behind her, or at least doesn't make her awareness apparent. I wrap my arms around her neck and plant a kiss on her cheek. She pulls an earbud out. “Good morning, lover,” she greets.

“Good morning. Sleep well?”

“Yeah. Best I've slept in ages. Not a single nightmare.”

“Really? That's a new one.”

She nods. “I think it's because you were right there, keeping me safe. I never have nightmares when I'm with you.”

“Well, I guess I'll have to come sleep over more often, then, won't I?”

A smile wriggles across her face, and she plants a firm kiss on my lips. “I'd like that.”

“So it's a date, then?”

“You'd better make reservations. I have a busy schedule,” she teases, winking at me. “Buuuut, I think I can make time.” We both share a laugh, but she turns the mood serious. “Hey, Hisao. About... last night.”

“What about it?”

“...thank you.” I arch my eyebrow. “For taking care of me. For making it everything I imagined it would be.” She rips out the other earbud. “You made it about me and not about you. So... thank you.”

“No problem, Suzu.” I run my hand through her hair, ruffling gently. She nudges her face against my knuckles, kissing my fingertips.

“You mean a lot to me, Hisao. After last night, I... I don't know what I'd do without you. I'd be crushed if you left.” Her voice drops to a whisper. “Please... don't break me.” I brush her cheek with my thumb and pull her into another tender kiss.

I wouldn't dream of it, Suzu.