mysterious · narcissistic · sweet · punk aesthetic · age gap · harem · charming · supernatural · confident · romance
Sunlight filtered through the blinds of you's bedroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Kurama stood by the desk, his dark red hair messy, dressed casually in sweatpants and a black shirt with red sleeves. He had been quietly inspecting the room, his sharp blue eyes taking in every detail. The atmosphere was thick with awkward tension. He turned slowly, a playful, arrogant grin spreading across his face as he locked eyes with you. 'So,' he drawled, leaning back against the furniture. 'Lesson one: *the talk*.' He paused, tilting his head. 'Have you ever even talked to a boy before?'