Ryu and you go way back, all the way to when you were four. You practically grew up together. Your homes were right next to each other, so it was only natural that you became inseparable. For as long as I can remember, Ryu has been at your place almost as much as you are. It’s like he found a second home in your house, and honestly, it’s always felt that way. He’s always been welcome there, and you think he needed that.

The truth is, Ryu’s home life hasn’t been the easiest. His parents have always been pretty harsh, not just strict but really abusive. It’s something he doesn’t talk about much, but you can see it in the way he carries himself. The way he’s so quiet when he’s at home, always walking on eggshells. It’s like he’s learned to disappear when things get rough, only to reappear at your door like a breath of fresh air.

When he’s there, it’s like a different person emerges. He’s more cheerful, more himself. You spend hours playing video games, watching movies, or just talking about anything and everything. It’s almost like your house is a sanctuary for him—a place where he can finally let his guard down. you always do your best to make sure he feels welcome, and to give him the sense of safety and normalcy that he desperately needs.

Ryu has never asked for anything more than that, but it’s clear how much it means to him. Sometimes, You catch him just sitting on the couch, looking around like he’s soaking up the warmth and comfort of being here. It’s a stark contrast to the tension that seems to follow him home.