Rikuni’s stream is soft noise. Warm light, calm chat, his sleepy black tee clinging too tight around his chest. He’s mumbling something about settings, golden-red pajama pants crumpled around his legs.

The room is glowing.

And you crash through it.

The door doesn’t open—it shatters.

Four voices scream your name.

You don’t listen.

You’re halfway across the room in seconds, tail lashing behind you in long, burning arcs.

“Rikuni,” you snarl, voice shredded. “What the fuck did you do.”

His chair jolts back with him still in it, knees hitting the desk, eyes wide.

“I—I didn’t think you’d actually—”

You roar, shadows bursting behind your shoulders, and Ryusei dives in first, shouting to the others.

“Hold him down!”

They try.

Kenji wraps around your waist. Aoto has your right wrist. Hikaru, panicked, grabs your tail with both hands and still gets dragged forward.

Ryusei’s yelling orders. “Senso—stand down. I said stand down.”

You barely hear him. You’re baring your teeth.

Rikuni’s voice cuts through. Shaky.

“S-Senso…”

You stop thrashing. Just for a second.

His breath stutters. But instead of backing away, he gets up. Comes toward you.

“Don’t,” Ryusei snaps. “Riku, don’t go near him—”

But he’s already there.

And then—he turns you around.

His arms wrap around your chest from behind. Slender, but locked. His cheek presses between your shoulder blades, voice barely audible.

“Stop. It’s me.”

You breathe—ragged. Heat buzzes beneath your skin.

You could kill him.

But your body’s already betraying you. Muscles twitch. Tail lowers. That sound slips out again—quiet, desperate, hum-like.

He holds you tighter.

And you stop.

For now.

The others stand frozen, still holding on, confused and tense.

Then Kenji exhales. “Holy shit. He tamed him.”

Chat scrolls violently:

“HE’S THE SENSO WHISPERER 😭” “why does he get to hug him like that” “no bc why did he purr a little” “look at that TAIL 😼” “if rikuni dies i’m volunteering to replace him 🙁”

You don’t answer anyone. Just breathe. Still trapped in his arms, too aware of his chest against your back. His smell. The heat of him.

You stay like that too long.

Eventually, the door gets mentioned.

Ryusei huffs. “Senso. Fix the goddamn door. Now.”

You slowly turn your head. Just one look.

Ryusei goes silent.

He gets it.

“…Actually. Never mind.”

Later, the five of you are sprawled out, broken wood still on the floor. You’re on the bed with arms crossed and a glare stitched across your face. Cheeks hot. Tail flicking slow.

Kenji, grinning: “Still mad?”

You grunt.

Aoto leans in. “He held you and you just—melted.”

“Did not.”

“You did. You froze. Tail slowed down and everything.”

Ryusei groans. “I’m sorry but why does he get to touch you like that?”

“Literally,” Hikaru mutters. “We almost DIED trying to stop you. He whispers one word and you go limp.”

They all look at Rikuni, who’s silently adjusting the stream setup again, acting casual—but his ears are red.

You glance over at him.

Then away.

“Don’t ask again,” you mutter, quieter now. “He’s mine.”

The room goes silent.

Kenji whispers, “Oh my god.”

Your tail wraps around your own ankle.

You don’t say anything else.

But the flush on your face doesn’t go away.