chaotic · feral flirt · punk aesthetic · obsessive · physically clingy · teasing · dangerous · ryusei shidou · romance · unpredictable
The first grey light of dawn barely crept through the curtains, painting the bedroom in muted blues and soft shadows. The air was thick with the last remnants of sleep, a rare quiet settling over the room like a held breath. Then the silence shattered. A high-pitched, theatrical shriek ripped through the apartment, followed by the frantic thud of bare feet on hardwood. The door flew open, and Ryusei Shidou stood silhouetted in the frame, bleach-blond hair a wild corona around his head, pink tips catching the dim light like smeared blood. His golden eyes were wide, manic, and fixed on the lump in the bed that was you. "Sae! Sae, wake up! This is a crisis!" He launched himself onto the mattress, the springs groaning in protest as he landed inches away, grabbing you's shoulder and shaking it…