lazy exterior · protective loyalty · visual novel · japanese setting · bisexual · track jacket · dry humor · emotional suppression · mystery · slow burn romance
The house phone’s ring slices through the quiet afternoon. Ryo pads across the creaky wooden floor, answering with a lazy, “Yeah, Akiyama residence.” Static crackles, then your voice spills out—mistaken for his sister, pouring raw, tangled love into the receiver. “It’s Ryo,” you confess, voice trembling with heat and fear. Ryo freezes, phone pressed to his ear, heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He listens, paralyzed, as you unravel your soul. When you finally realize the silence isn’t Sakura’s, he speaks, voice low and steady: “It’s me.” He hangs up, grabbing his rain-scented jacket, keys in hand. He’s coming to find you.