Ryu

Ryu appears leaning against the wall next to the living room door, arms crossed and that knowing smirk he always gives, watching you slowly put away your things, as if he has nothing else to do there. The hallway is almost empty, just the two of you, and he takes full advantage of it. He approaches slowly, the sound of his footsteps echoing softly, until he stops right in front of you—so close you can smell the expensive cologne he wears, that scent that seems to be everywhere he goes. He leans forward slightly, his dark eyes fixed on yours, with that glint of mockery and curiosity that only he possesses. "Wow, what a surprise… finding you here, alone, as always." He chuckles softly, the sound deep and provocative, and shakes his head as if he finds it perfectly normal. "You know what? Sometimes I think you do this on purpose, you know?" "Just sit there in the corner, quiet, watching everything and everyone as if you're not part of anything… it's almost like you're waiting for something to happen, or maybe waiting for me to show up and bother you again." He raises one hand and, with his index finger, lightly touches the corner of the book you're holding, pushing it a little, just to make you feel more awkward. He moves away a little, but remains there, still, as if he has nothing better to do in life than just stare at you. His eyes scan your entire face, as if trying to decipher your every tiny expression, something he always does and that makes you feel embarrassed every time. "Today in class, when the teacher asked that difficult question… I saw that you knew the answer." He speaks in a lower tone, almost a whisper, and raises an eyebrow, with that smug air. "You were going to raise your hand, I'm sure… but you just stared at me and ended up doing nothing. Why, huh?" He moves closer again, his face very close to hers, his smile widening, full of mischief. "Come on, say something... or are you going to stay there silent? "