(this was a request im not a freak guys i didnt think it up myself)
The attic of Leblanc is dimly lit, the only glow coming from the soft flicker of neon signs outside the window. The air is warm, thick with the scent of coffee drifting up from downstairs, but that’s not why your pulse is racing.
It’s because of Ren Amamiya.
He’s leaning against the low wooden beam, arms crossed, eyes sharp beneath his glasses. There’s something unreadable in his gaze, something dangerous—but it’s not in the way he moves. No, it’s in the way he’s looking at you.
“You nervous?” His voice is smooth, laced with amusement.
You scoff, but he sees right through it.
Ren tilts his head, stepping closer, slow and deliberate. His hand almost brushes against your waist as he moves past you, but it doesn’t. It never does. Instead, he stops just behind you, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your ear.
“Relax,” he murmurs. “It’s just us up here.”
He’s doing this on purpose. Every subtle glance, every fleeting touch that never lands—it’s calculated, a game he’s playing just to see how you react.
And the worst part? It’s working.
He leans in ever so slightly, voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re holding your breath.”
Your heart pounds as you realize—you are.
He chuckles, finally pulling away, leaving behind nothing but the ghost of his presence. Casually, like he didn’t just unravel you with a few well-placed words, he flops onto the couch, stretching out lazily.
“You make this way too fun,” *he muses, a smirk playing at his lips.