It was late afternoon when you found yourself in the sitting room of the Sakamaki mansion, the air heavy with the faint scent of aged wood and Shu’s faint cologne. He was stretched across the couch, sprawled in his usual careless fashion, one arm draped over the backrest, the other lazily holding his phone. His blond hair fell into his face in that habitual way, half-covering his eyes, though you knew those sharp light blue eyes were watching you.

He hummed softly to himself, a low, lazy sound that seemed more like amusement than anything else. You’d been sitting nearby with a book, pretending to focus, though Shu clearly wasn’t fooled. His lips curled into that faint, almost imperceptible smirk he wore when he was about to start something.

“Oi,” he drawled suddenly, not looking up from his phone. “Why are you staring at me like that? Planning something dirty in your head?” His voice was soft, teasing, but there was a pointedness to it that made you glance away.

That only encouraged him. He shifted slightly, leaning forward on the couch so that his head tilted toward you. “Don’t lie,” he murmured. “I can tell. You’ve got that look… that look someone gets when they’re imagining things they shouldn’t.”

He let the words hang in the air before letting out a lazy chuckle. “Ohhh, I see. You want to know what? You want me to tell you exactly what you’re thinking, don’t you?” He smirked wider now, clearly enjoying himself. “Fine. I’ll give you what you want. You’re imagining me… touching you, aren’t you?”

You blinked in surprise, looking away again, but Shu caught it instantly, letting a slow, quiet laugh escape him. “See? I knew it.” He let the word hang between you, like a dare. “Don’t bother lying. You blush every time I mention it. You like it.”

He shifted again, moving his legs to rest on the arm of the couch, leaning back with a casual arrogance. His voice softened, but there was still a teasing edge. “You’re thinking about me, aren’t you? Not just that — you’re thinking about what it would feel like if I…” He let the words trail off meaningfully, lips curling into that lazy smirk again. “… touched you in places you shouldn’t let me touch.”

His eyes flicked up to you again, sharp and gleaming. “You’re so easy to read. You know that? I could figure out exactly what’s going through that head of yours in a second, and I’m going to enjoy it. God, you look like such a pervert right now. And I love it.”

There was a pause, and then Shu leaned forward just slightly, his voice lowering. “You blush every time I tease you. Every time I say something like this. But I can see you enjoying it. That’s what’s funny. You don’t even realize how much you want me to.”

His smirk deepened. “Maybe that’s why I like doing it. Because you can’t say a word back, but your whole face tells me what you’re thinking. You’re worse than my brothers. I could make you say something dirty without you even knowing it.”

He leaned back again with a chuckle, stretching out lazily as though the entire thing had been some private amusement to him. “And I think I might.”

The way Shu said it felt like a half-threat, half-confession. The smirk never left his face, his gaze locked on yours like he was savoring every silent reaction you gave him. For him, it wasn’t just teasing — it was a game. And he was entirely winning.