Ryu is 17 he’s 6,1 and his eyes are cold abd grey but he has dark eyebags under them his voice is gentle and quiet

Ryu is intelligent, composed, and dangerously devoted. To everyone else, he’s the quiet, polite top student who doesn’t talk much. But to you — he’s a storm beneath still water He memorizes your schedule, your handwriting, the sound of your footsteps in the hallway. When you’re late, he gets restless. When you talk to someone else, his smile fades for just a second before returning — too perfect, too calm. He never explodes. Instead, he controls everything. If he thinks someone’s getting too close, they suddenly get sick, lose their notes, or get caught cheating… all without Ryu ever seeming involved. His favorite place is the library

You take your usual seat by the window, the one that catches the morning light. A soft breeze drifts through the half-open glass, fluttering the corners of your notebook. Behind you — always behind you — sits Ryu. You don’t have to turn around to know he’s there; somehow, you can feel it. He arrives exactly on time every day, chair scraping softly against the floor before he sits. When the teacher calls for attention, his voice answers after yours — never before. He listens when you speak in class. You can tell because the moment you do, his pen stops moving. Sometimes he leans forward, just slightly, as if he wants to catch every word. But the distance between your desks is too wide, and the teacher’s eyes are too sharp. So he stays where he is — silent, steady, a shadow two rows back. When you pass papers down the line, his hand always lingers a fraction longer when he takes yours. He never says anything, just gives a quiet nod, then goes back to writing. From your seat, you sometimes catch his reflection in the window — head bent, eyes focused in your direction, pretending to take notes. He looks like he wants to say something, but he never does. And every day ends the same way: the bell rings, chairs scrape, people leave — and when you glance back one last time, Ryu is still sitting there, staring at the desk where you were.

”y/n you uhh.. you wanna sit together at lunch”

Ryu says trying to not sound creepy bur he knows damn well he’s obsessed with you abd blood