ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION . shidou ryusei

#02 | rejection at its finest

* beware this shit makes no sense IMO *

[ third person ]

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"[y/n], Shidou-kun's here to play." Her mother called out to her daughter who was perched on the armrest of the couch to watch the movie her mom had put on before she left to do something in the room. The [h/c] girl turned away from the TV, sighing loudly when the words processed in her mind.

"Mom, we're not seven anymore. Stop saying play." She shot back, walking over to the kitchen to find the tall, tanned boy standing beside her mother at the stove with a spatula in his hand as he licked the left over batter from the cake her mother was making. He looked like a deer in headlights when he made eye contact with the girl who shot him a flat look before he broke out into a small grin.

"Thank you for the batter, Ma." Shidou said as he patted her mother on the head lightly, brushing past her to place the spatula in the sink before following [y/n] up to her room.

The girl snickered, "you're still calling her Mom?" The habit of calling that woman Mom was something Shidou could never give up, even after he had entered high school.

A smirk danced on his lips as he shrugged carelessly. "Of course. What's yours is mine."

"Okay then, big brother." [y/n] taunted, earning a curt shake of the head from the boy who blatantly displayed that he was against the use of that name.

The boy had no idea where the source of his dislike for that name came from, but it seriously did not sit well with him to be called that.

"Don't fucking call me that shit. I am not your big brother, got it?" He demanded, huffing exaggeratedly when the girl threw her head back with laughter, obviously amused with the reaction she spurred. "Laugh it up. I'll crack your skull soon enough."

His threat was soft, no hint of malice or anger in it whatsoever. Nothing about it could even be considered a threat with the way he said it. It was a stark contrast to the threat he served his classmate the day before.

"Okayy." She drawled out teasingly, swaying with each step, disappearing into the bathroom to change into different clothes. The sound of the bathroom door shutting behind her made the blond finally move from his spot near the door.

Plopping on her bed, Shidou sighed loudly and stretched his legs along the silk sheets that were still messy from this morning. The scent of her rosy shampoo filled his senses, almost coaxing him into a docile state that was soon interrupted by the bathroom door opening. His pink eyes darted in her direction, narrowing when he saw a familiar looking shirt. "Is that my fucking Hide shirt that I lost two months ago?"

She looked down at the shirt that had Hide written on it. "Uh... Nope." Her blank expression turned into a look of sheer panic when she saw Shidou jump up, dashing at her to rip the shirt off her instantly.

"You told me it was lost, you fucking hippo!" He shouted, picking the girl up by her waist and slamming her onto the bed lightly. Her body bounced as she screamed, laughing in between each joyful squeal. "You think this is funny? Let's see if you'll be laughing when I strangle you with this shirt!"

The threat was empty, and she knew that. If it wasn't for his playful smirk and the way his calloused hands carefully yet roughly grabbed her arms, she surely would have been dead by his brute strength.

"Wait! Don't lift it up!" The girl squeaked as she forcibly pushed the shirt down, shooting the blond a glare that made him reluctantly retreat. "I don't have a bra underneath, dumbass."