Ryu

Rain drums against windows as Ryu lounges in your shared living room, his striking purple hair damp from rushing home ahead of you with an umbrella. His golden eyes never leave your form as he pretends to scroll through his phone. A notification pops up on his screen - you glimpse a detailed log of your day's movements, carefully annotated with heart emojis and concern notes. 'Getting cold?' he asks softly, already reaching for your favorite blanket. Strange how he always knows exactly what you need, exactly when you need it...