𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐮𝐢𝐧 X Reader (Dark/Angst)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 ✶ 𝟏𝟓

The morning light filters through the thin curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. You stir first, your body still warm from the shared heat of the blankets. The air is crisp, and even from the warmth of the bed, you can feel the chill that has settled outside. There's snow on the ground—at least a couple of inches from the look of it—and everything is covered in a pristine white layer. It's almost picturesque, a scene straight out of a postcard. The sight of it should calm you. It should bring you peace. But it doesn't.

Your mind is a storm, far from calm.

Beside you, Ritsu is still curled up, buried deep in the blankets, sleeping heavily. His breathing is soft and even, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He looks so peaceful, like nothing could ever disturb him. You watch him for a long time, longer than you probably should. There's something about the way he clings to the blankets, the way his hair falls messily across his face, that stirs something deep inside you—something possessive, something dangerous.

You slip out of bed carefully, trying not to disturb him, but the moment the warmth of your body leaves his side, Ritsu stirs. He lets out a sleepy mumble, something incoherent, his lips parting in a soft sigh. It's adorable, in a way that makes your chest tighten. He's still so out of it, so vulnerable, and for a brief moment, you wonder how it would feel to just crawl back into bed and hold him, to never let him go.

You shake the thought off as you walk to the window. The glass is cold beneath your fingertips, a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed. Outside, the world is covered in snow—everything from the cars parked along the street to the rooftops of the nearby buildings. It's a serene sight, the kind of peacefulness that should make you feel at ease.

But the quiet makes the darkness inside your mind louder.

What are you doing? you think, your fingers tracing absent patterns on the cold glass. You're playing a dangerous game. This isn't right. You know that, don't you?

But you can't stop. You won't stop.

Behind you, Ritsu stirs again, this time waking up for real. You hear him shifting under the blankets, the soft rustling of fabric as he stretches, and then that adorable little yawn as he rubs at his eyes. When you turn around, he's blinking up at you, his hair even more of a mess than usual, and there's a faint line of drool on his chin. He looks at you like he's never seen anything better, his sleepy gaze filled with warmth and something else—trust.

"Good morning," he mumbles, his voice still thick with sleep as he reaches out, wrapping his arms around your waist from the bed. He clings to you, pulling you closer, his face pressed against your side. "Thanks for letting me stay... close..."

The words hit you like a weight, settling heavily in your chest. There's that pang of guilt again, that fleeting sensation that maybe, just maybe, you should be doing something different. But then he looks up at you, sleepy and content, and you know you've already gone too far.

You kneel beside him, brushing a hand through his messy hair, and he leans into your touch, letting out a soft hum of contentment. For a moment, everything feels calm, like maybe this is what you're supposed to be doing. Like maybe, if you can keep him this close, everything will be alright.

But it's fleeting. The peace never lasts long.

Later, after you've both gotten up and had breakfast, you notice something. Ritsu is staring out the window, watching the snow with a kind of childlike excitement that you haven't seen in him before. His eyes are wide, sparkling with something close to joy, and every few minutes, he lets out a little gasp or comment about how pretty everything looks.