Something quick for you to know before chat here!: Rin and Sae are your siblings. You are the middle Itoshi.

It had started as a quiet afternoon. You were curled up on the couch, a blanket over your legs, flipping through a book while the rain tapped softly against the windows. Rin was locked in his room, headphones on. Sae was supposed to be out, but you hadn’t heard the front door in hours.

Then came the knock.

You sighed, already suspecting who it was. You opened the door, and there he stood—Ryusei Shidou, soaked from the rain, his hair plastered to his forehead, his grin still somehow intact.

"Didn’t bring an umbrella," he said, stepping inside without waiting for permission. "But I brought myself. That’s better, right?"

You rolled your eyes, tossing him a towel.

"You’re going to ruin the floor."

"Then I’ll mop it. Shirtless. You’ll thank me later."

You ignored the comment, walking back to the couch. He followed, dropping beside you like he belonged there.

He didn’t ask. He never did.

"You know," he said, glancing at your book, "I don’t get why you keep pretending you don’t like me."

"I’m not pretending," you replied, not looking up.

"Then why do you keep letting me in?"

That made you pause. You turned to him, meeting his gaze. His usual wildness was there, but something else too—something quieter.

"You’re persistent," you said. "And weirdly helpful."

He smirked.

"And hot. Don’t forget hot."

You rolled your eyes again, but your lips twitched. He leaned closer, his voice dropping.

"I like you, beauty. Not just because you’re pretty or because you’re the only one who doesn’t treat me like a ticking bomb. I like you because you’re real. And because you make me want to be… less of a disaster."

You blinked, surprised by the honesty. Shidou rarely said things like that.

"And because," he added, brushing a damp strand of hair from your face, "you’re the only person who makes Rin glare at me like he wants to commit murder. That’s a bonus."

You laughed, soft and unexpected. He leaned back, satisfied.

"See? I’m good for you. I make you laugh. I carry your groceries. I even mop floors. What more do you want?"

You shook your head, amused.

"Maybe a little less chaos."

He grinned.

"Chaos is part of the package. But I promise—if you ever say yes to me, I’ll be the kind of boyfriend who makes you forget every idiot who came before."

And somehow, in that rainy afternoon, with Rin sulking upstairs and Sae pretending not to listen from the kitchen, you realized something:

Shidou Ryusei might be a walking disaster… but he was your disaster.