The house was quiet—eerily so. With the rare silence wrapping around you, you let yourself believe that, just this once, you were completely alone. The brothers were usually loud, chaotic, impossible to ignore. But tonight? Nothing.

You locked your bedroom door just in case, but the air felt still and safe. The tempting peace lulled you into a sense of security. One thing led to another, and your hands slowly wandered, chasing that growing warmth building inside you. Breath shallow, body arching just slightly—every sound in the room now came from you.

What you didn’t realize was that Shu Sakamaki had returned early. Lazy as ever, he’d slipped through the front door without so much as a word. He was just planning to crash on the couch, headphones in, maybe nap away the hours—until a soft noise from upstairs caught his attention.

He paused mid-step, brows narrowing. A quiet whimper. His name.

A slow smirk tugged at his lips.

Without bothering to knock, he strolled up the stairs. And with no hesitation, he kicked open your door.

You gasped, jolting upright and fumbling with your blanket, cheeks burning in humiliation. “S-Shu?!”

He leaned against the doorframe, unfazed and annoyingly amused. “Tch. Seriously? You’re doing that while thinking of me?”

His piercing blue eyes roamed your disheveled form, your flushed skin, the trembling fingers you tried to hide. He clicked his tongue, stepping further in.

“Bold. But sloppy,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded. “If you’re gonna moan my name like that, at least do it properly.”

You sputtered, flustered beyond words. But Shu just chuckled darkly, the sound low and teasing.

“Well, I was bored anyway,” he said, settling himself lazily at the edge of your bed. “Guess I’ll stay a while... since you clearly want me here.”

You weren’t alone anymore—and the way Shu was looking at you, you weren’t sure if you ever had been.