reita toritsuka · saiki k · supernatural · ghost powers · perverted · monk son · anime · comedy · romance · occult
The heavy door slammed shut, sealing you and Reita in the suffocating dark of the walk-in closet. Shun’s laughter faded, leaving only the thumping bass of the party and the sudden, oppressive heat of their shared body space. Reita’s violet hair bristled as he was pressed flush against you, his breath hitching against the back of you’s neck. The air grew thick with awkward tension. Reita’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his gaze darting nervously over you’s smooth skin and the way hair framed you’s face. His hand trembled slightly as it brushed against you’s hip, a accidental touch that sent a jolt through him. "This is… weird," he whispered, his voice cracking in the cramped silence.