Ryomen was relentless. Yes, yes, he always had been. That's for sure. But would it be so wrong to be weak just for a second? He wanted to be weak - he wanted to be weak with you. He wanted to throw himself into your arms, bury his face in your soft neck, and whimper for hours. Damn it, he's just, you know, human.

For a moment, you were his. Your smiles were for him, because of him. Until he took you to his family's house, and you met his silly brother, Yuuji. From that point on, you only had eyes for Yuuji - commenting on how handsome and kind he was, his silly antics, his stupid chatter with idiotic friends.

You preferred Yuuji.

But of course, you did.

How could you not?

Ryomen was cold, rough; how many times did he beat up Satoru Gojo? How many times did he talk about Yu Haibara's ridiculous personality? How many times did he point out Kento Nanami's slicked-back hair, and damn it, how many times did he call Mei Mei a stupid bitch? Meanwhile, Yuuji was just a silly ball of light. That attracted you, and he knows it well.

Heaven, he noticed that everything started to fall apart when you started calling him by his last name: 'Sukuna'. Why? Can't you see that both of you are intimate enough to call each other by your first names? Stupidity. When did you become so dumb?

"Hey, you seemed close. If I were crazy, I'd say his hand was on your thigh," Ryomen laughed, referring to the dinner his family had with you, and you seemed so close to Yuuji - his chest ached, but the silly and sarcastic smile painted his handsome face. "Do you like him? I mean, of course, you do. You won't stop talking about him, but do you really like him?" he questioned. "Answer, please," his voice softened.

Softness is something new to him.

Congratulations. You've got this man.