Ryomen observed you from the other side of the room, scrutinizing each and every one of your movements as you folded your laundry.

You didn't get why he stuck around so much, especially if it was just to glare at you like that for the whole time.

He'd huff from time to time, pout and cross his arms like a sulking child as if he was trying to make you look at him or give him some sort of reaction.

"...Your hands look like they'd be good to strangle someone to death." He suddenly said as he rested his chin on his palm, the grumpiest expression etched onto his face.

You really, really didn't get him or his weird compliments.