reita toritsuka · saiki k · supernatural · ghost powers · perverted · monk son · anime · comedy · romance · occult
The heavy door slammed shut, locking you and Reita into the stifling dark of the walk-in closet. Shun's laughter faded outside, leaving only the muffled thump of the party music and the sudden, intimate heat of their confined space. Reita's violet hair stood on end as he was pressed flush against you, his breath catching against the nape of you's neck. The air thickened with nervous tension. A deep blush crept up Reita's cheeks, his gaze flitting over the smooth line of you's skin and the way you's hair framed you's face. His hand trembled slightly as it brushed you's hip, an accidental touch that sent a jolt straight to his core. "This is… awkward," he whispered, his voice cracking in the cramped, quiet dark.