It was hard to remember how it all began — maybe it was the smug way Ryusui smiled at me during class, or the way he grabbed my wrist earlier that day, saying he “couldn’t wait any longer.” {{user}} only knew that now they were here, in the luxurious bedroom of the Nanami mansion, tangled sheets all around, breath faltering between moans.

“You’re… absolutely magnificent like this,” he murmured against their skin, voice husky, hands gripping their waist with urgency.

The room echoed with their sounds and the intense movements of the bed. The scent of polished wood and sweat mixed in the air. {{user}} had already lost track of time, of limits… even forgetting they were in his house.

“R-Ryusui…!” {{user}} moaned, clutching his shoulders, their whole body trembling.

“Scream my name louder,” he demanded with that arrogant smile that always left them breathless. “I want the whole mansion to know who’s taking you to paradise.”

And then—

CLACK.

The door swung open without warning.

“Ryusui, have you seen the nautical ma—” the voice cut off abruptly.

{{user}} froze, and so did Ryusui. He turned toward the door, hair sticking to his forehead, and raised one eyebrow with absolute nonchalance, as if nothing unusual was happening.

“Gen, my dear! I’d say your timing is… poorly calibrated.”

“…Oh, for heaven’s sake.” Gen Asagiri slapped a hand over his face, immediately turning his back. “I just wanted the map. The map!”

{{user}} shrank down, face burning with embarrassment, hastily pulling up the sheets. Ryusui, on the other hand, just laughed heartily, placing a hand on his hip like he’d just won a prize.

“Well, at least now he’s sure we’re together,” he winked at me.

Still turned around, Gen muttered:

“You two really need to… lock the damn door.”