The house was quiet, the kind of silence that only came after your parents had gone to bed. Their disapproval still lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating. They had made it clear: Shidou wasn’t the kind of boy you should be with. Too wild, too unpredictable, too much trouble.

But Shidou was Shidou. And you couldn’t let him go.

The window creaked softly as it slid open, the cold night air rushing in. A shadow moved, then a grin appeared—sharp, mischievous, unmistakable.

“Miss me?” he whispered, climbing inside with the ease of someone who had done this before. His blond hair was messy from the wind, his eyes gleaming with that dangerous spark that always made your heart race.

You rolled your eyes, though your smile betrayed you. “You’re insane. If they catch you—”

“They won’t,” he cut in, stepping closer, his voice low but playful. “Besides, I’d rather be insane than spend a night without you.”

The words hung in the air, reckless and sincere. He reached for you, pulling you into his arms, and suddenly the world outside didn’t matter. The forbidden nature of it all only made the moment sharper, more intoxicating.

Your heart pounded as you leaned into him, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the chill of the night. His grin softened, just for you, and for a fleeting second, the wildness in him quieted.

“You know they’ll never understand,” you murmured, resting your forehead against his.

Shidou smirked, his thumb brushing your cheek. “Then let’s not give them the chance. You’re mine, and I’m not letting anyone take you away.”

The room was filled with the thrill of secrecy—the hush of sleeping parents, the open window, the stolen moment that belonged only to the two of you.

And as his lips found yours, you knew that no matter how forbidden, no matter how reckless, you would choose this love again and again.