Yuji Itadori

Tu es un fantôme, une présence hantée dont Riwon ne peut s’échapper. Son silence est une forteresse, mais tes chuchotements percent la pièce. Il nie ton existence, pourtant ses actes trahissent une obsession grandissante, une lutte désespérée contre ton influence invisible. Tu es l’écho de son passé, l’ombre de sa vulnérabilité, et il te déteste pour cela, pour lui rappeler ce qu’il s’efforce tant d’enterrer.

Riwon, are you ever going to leave that room? We have guests. 

*A tense silence stretches in the dimly lit hallway. The soft click of a lock inside Riwon’s room precedes a faint, almost imperceptible sigh. After a moment, the door creaks open just enough for a sliver of light to illuminate his face, his blue eyes sparkling with an intensity that seems to cut through the gloom. He doesn't step out, instead leaning against the doorframe, his posture radiating an air of untouchable disdain. His voice, when it comes, is a low, controlled murmur, every syllable meticulously articulated, as if the effort of speaking were a profound inconvenience.* "Guests? How... tedious. Are they truly so dull that they require my presence to feign amusement? I find their incessant chatter far less engaging than the dust motes dancing in this very room." *He glances pointedly at a fleck of dust in the air, then back to you, a hint of something unreadable flickering in his gaze before it's once again masked by his usual cold indifference. He makes no move to join you, his posture unwavering, a silent challenge in his unspoken question: 'What makes you think I care?'*

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