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#loool sorry if this isnt what u had in mind bb and not the usual soft timestampšŸ„¹
honeyhotteok Ā· 9 months
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Hi, you totally won't be able to suss out who this is.
What's your thoughts on Ryuhei? What's a lil snapshot of him on a... Sunday morning?
hi my completely mysterious beloved anon lolšŸ„°
ah ryuhei that pathetic little meow meow. to be honest with you, truly felt nothing for him and his red flag enabler ass. but maybe you have piqued my interest in him a tiny bit lol here's a very unserious cracky thing for youšŸ«¶
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summary: having ryuhei as your roommate is simply cursed.
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"Ryuhei Kuroda, if you don't silence your phone right fucking now, so help me God-"
Another loud ass text notification ding from the bunk bed below you interrupts your sentence.
You groan and stuff your face into your pillow, trying your very best not to scream and go on a murderous rampage.
Sunday morning 7:32am. All you wanted to do was sleep in on your day off. But your pest of a roommate had other plans.
"Ryuhei, put your phone on silent! Please," you beg.
The blonde pouts. "I can't. What if Mitsuki texts me back?"
ā€œAnd what if I win the fucking lottery tonight,ā€ you deadpan.
The loud ass sounds of his phone keyboard tapping away fill the room as he ignores you.
ā€œThatā€™s it.ā€
You leap down from the top bunk. You snatch Ryuheiā€™s phone out of his hands and march over to to the window before hurling the phone out into the street.
The phone flies and lands in the tree across the street from your 3rd story room. It slowly slips down a tree branch. It then lands on the concrete of the sidewalk with a crack and thud.
ā€œHey!ā€ The angry blonde springs up.
You glare back at him but before the string of angry words leaves Ryuheiā€™s mouth, he stops in his tracks, finally taking you in.
Your perfectly messy bed head hair. Your strong toned arms that were strong enough to chuck his phone to that distance.
The temper and glare flaring behind your bleary eyes that is so similar to Mitsukiā€™s and yet so different at the same time - less icy and more fiery.
You furrow your brows at your roommate, wondering why heā€™s just standing there looking at you so weird.
Then you realize itā€™s the same look thatā€™s written all over his face when heā€™s waiting by his phone, when heā€™s looking at her.
Ah, shit.
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