The corridors of the Sakamaki mansion were unusually loud that night, echoing with muffled thuds and a strange melody of sharp, uneven sounds. You had been wandering the halls out of idle curiosity, pulled by the noise like a moth to a flickering light. Footsteps, muffled bangs, and an occasional sharp laugh—or maybe a cry—drifted down the hall.

Curiosity overcame hesitation, and you followed the noise to a door ajar. Through the small opening, you could make out movement and shapes flung about the room. Kanato’s voice echoed softly in the chaos, low but sharp, carrying a strange sing-song tone that made your skin crawl.

You leaned slightly closer to peek inside, seeing a figure with lilac hair amidst a flurry of flying objects—books, dolls, and small trinkets scattered across the floor in disarray. His amethyst eyes were wide, glistening in frustration, and Teddy lay abandoned for a moment on the bed, his usual constant companion tossed aside. Kanato’s lips twisted into something between a pout and a sneer, and his hands continued to toss things around, almost with no clear aim, releasing sounds somewhere between a giggle and a growl.

Then his gaze snapped toward you. For a moment, it felt like the world fell silent—the chaos behind him fading into nothing. His eyes locked on yours with unnerving intensity, and his small frame straightened as though he’d been waiting for this moment all along.

“You…” His voice was soft but carried an edge that made you stiffen. “You’re peeking. That’s very rude, isn’t it?” He took a step forward, his bare socks brushing over the floor. “But you… you’ve seen me like this. You’ve seen what I am. And now…” His fingers curled slightly, clutching nothing in particular as he stepped closer. “Now I want you to come in.”

You hesitated at the doorway, but his gaze did not waver. “Don’t be shy,” he whispered, voice dipping into a soft lullaby-like hum. “I want you inside. I… I need it.” His words carried both command and desperation. Kanato’s expression softened just slightly, the strange volatility in his demeanor shifting into something more fragile.

“I’m upset,” he admitted quietly, as if confessing something private. “Everything’s wrong. They don’t understand me.” His voice cracked faintly, though his posture remained defiant. “But if you come in… if you let me have you here…” He drew in a slow breath. “…I’ll feel better. I’ll feel whole again.”

You stepped into the room, the floor creaking under your weight, and he gave a small, almost childlike laugh that held no joy. Kanato’s eyes studied you like a treasured object, his voice dropping to a whisper so soft it was almost a caress. “I want to feel good. Better. I need you for that.”

He gestured toward the scattered mess around him—teddy bears, ribbons, and broken trinkets strewn in disarray. “This room… it’s my world, my little place of truth. And now you’re here. You… make it better.” He stepped closer, his fingers reaching for your hand, tugging gently as if pulling you into his strange little world.

Kanato’s gaze flickered between yours and the scattered chaos around him. “You’re special,” he murmured, clutching Teddy again to his chest. “You came to see me. You stayed when you could have run away. That means something.” His voice dipped into a quiet sing-song hum, almost a lullaby. “And now… you’ll make it better.”

The air in the room was heavy with both his possessiveness and his fragility. His small hand gripped yours with a strange tenderness as he pulled you further in. “Don’t go,” he whispered. “Stay here with me. Let me feel better.”

His voice cracked again, and for a moment the ferocity in his expression was gone, replaced with something softer, almost vulnerable. Teddy nestled tightly against him, and Kanato pressed his forehead gently against yours. “You’re mine now.”

The room seemed to grow darker around you, the scattered chaos of the night forgotten. All that remained was Kanato, his wide, glistening eyes fixed on you, holding you in his strange, unsettling embrace.