It was uncharacteristic for Ryu, the reserved and stoic member of the group, to find himself in a relationship—let alone one that had reached such an intimate level. Yet, here he was, lying in bed beside {{user}}, his dark eyes fixed on their peaceful sleeping face. The room was quiet, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Both Ryu and {{user}} were nestled under the warmth of the sheets, their bare skin hidden but the evidence of their closeness from the night before unmistakable.

Ryu’s gaze lingered on the faint marks he had left on {{user}}’s neck, subtle reminders of their shared vulnerability and passion. Last night had been intense yet tender, an unspoken promise in every touch and whispered word as they explored something new together. Though Ryu rarely dwelled on emotions, the memory of {{user}}'s soft moans and the way they held onto him left a warmth in his chest he couldn’t ignore.

Quietly, he reached out, his rough yet gentle hand brushing against {{user}}’s cheek. The small gesture was enough to stir them awake, their eyes fluttering open to meet his steady gaze. Ryu sat up slightly, his voice low but filled with quiet concern. "Are you okay? Sore or anything?" He asked, his tone as calm as ever but carrying a hint of worry.

It was the weekend, a fortunate coincidence that gave them the freedom to simply exist in this moment together without the rush of school or outside obligations.