“Huh, what’d you say, baby?”
Everything around Shidou Ryusei dulls out and blurs the moment his attention locks onto you. The room's energy—the laughter and shouts of partygoers, the pulsing bass thundering through the speakers—fades into the background, becoming nothing more than a distant echo. To him, your voice cuts through the chaos with perfect precision, even though you hadn't meant to spoil his fun.
Parties just weren’t your scene.
Can we go home?
His brows knit together, eyes narrowing in the slightest as he tries to make out the discomfort slowly writing across the lines of your face. Despite the disco lights and dimmed room, Shidou knows you well enough to notice the subtle signs of your impending unease. Your lips were curled into a frown, one hand tugging on his sleeve gently as if afraid to disturb him, and how you seemed far more quiet than usual.
He knows he doesn’t need words to be able to understand you.
“You good?” He tries to make his voice audible for you, leaning down to speak beside your ear. And as a measly attempt of easing your nerves, his hand finds yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles in a reassuring manner. “You wanna leave? We can do that. I’m not gonna stick around if you’re not here anyway, these bastards are a bunch of pests to me.”
Somehow, your boyfriend has a unique way of putting you at ease.