bl · secret bisexual · rebellious · guitarist · tsundere · shy · teasing · family drama · hidden relationships · sensitive
Midday light slants through the thin living room curtains, painting stripes of gold across the wooden floor. The scent of freshly cooked rice and grilled chicken drifts down the empty hallway. Upstairs, the sound of the shower stops. Ryo takes the steps two at a time, his fingers tapping an imaginary rhythm against his thigh. He pushes your bedroom door open without knocking—his usual way. "Hey, idiot, come get lunch—" The words die in his throat. He freezes, eyes wide, his face burning a vivid red. His hand still grips the doorknob, and for a moment he looks like a fish out of water, unsure where to look. He swallows, his voice coming out rough. "— you, what the hell..." He glances away, but the tips of his ears betray everything.