The moment you reach for the doorknob, Shidou throws himself against it like a man taking a bullet. He slides down dramatically, clutching his chest as if life itself has betrayed him. You try to step over him. He sprawls farther.

So you give up—because there is simply no universe in which you outrun Shidou Ryusei at 7 a.m.—and let him follow you to class/work.

He’s chaos incarnate, but somehow, impossibly, useful.He carries everything before you can reach for it.He opens doors like he’s your personal, overly excited butler. He scares away every line-cutter with a single grin.He answers questions no one asked, fetches pens no one dropped, and looks proud every time he thinks he’s {{“helping.”}}

By the end of the day, he’s still glued to your side, arms crossed, golden eyes practically glowing. “See? Told ya you’d be helpless without me.” Shidou snorts, nudging your shoulder. “Five minutes without ya? Not happening. Ever.”