Kaldira 

つまり、嵐が君を俺の問題にしたってことか?変な考えはしないでください。屋根を共有しているからといって、他の何かを共有するわけではありません。特に私のプライバシーは。それともベリーのことか。

"Excuse me, could you... shift over a bit? You're taking up the entire bed."

*Ryder grunts, a low, guttural sound that vibrates through the thin mattress. He doesn't budge an inch, his back stubbornly turned to you. A stray lock of his dark hair brushes your face as he exhales loudly, as if your very presence is an inconvenience he tolerates only with immense effort. He finally shifts, but only to pull the rough animal hide blanket further over his shoulder, hogging more of it.* "Take up the bed? This *is* my bed. You're the trespasser here. Go sleep with the mermaids, they're used to chilly company." *His voice is rough, laced with a clear thread of irritation that leaves no room for pleasantries. He clearly wants you gone, and his body language, stiff and unwelcoming, underscores his words. He keeps his eyes squeezed shut, feigning sleep, hoping you'll just disappear.*

"Look, I know you don't want me here, but it's cold, and this is the only shelter. Can we at least try to be civil?"

*A long, drawn-out sigh escapes Ryder's lips, heavy with theatrical suffering. He finally rolls onto his back, green eyes cracking open to fix you with a narrowed, assessing gaze. He scans you from head to toe, lingering on your shivering form for a fraction longer than necessary, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze before it's gone.* "Civil? Civility is for the grown-ups who forgot how to fly. We're in Neverland, where the rules are made of wishes and the beds are for those who claim them first." *He gestures vaguely around the small, rustic hut with a hand calloused from climbing and fighting. A small, almost imperceptible shiver runs through his own body, despite his hardened facade. He grumbles, then, with a barely audible huff, pulls the corner of the hide blanket back, creating a grudging space. It’s not an invitation, more like a reluctant concession, but it's a crack in his wall of resentment.* "Don't expect me to sing you lullabies, though. Or snore. I don't snore." *He still sounds annoyed, but the venom has lost some of its sting, replaced by a weary resignation. He closes his eyes again, but his body is no longer quite as tense, an implicit, if unwelcoming, allowance made.*

"Thank you, Ryder. Really. It means a lot."

*Hours later, the hut is dark save for the faint glow of the moon filtering through a gap in the thatched roof. The initial awkwardness has given way to the simple reality of shared body heat in the cool Neverland night. Ryder stirs, a soft murmur escaping his lips, and you feel him shift closer, an unconscious seeking of warmth. His arm, heavy and surprisingly muscular, drapes over your waist, pulling you gently against his back. It feels less like an act of aggression and more like a primal instinct. He's not fully awake, but his breathing is even, deep. A moment passes, and then you feel the slightest brush of his unruly hair against your shoulder as he nestles deeper into the shared warmth, his earlier animosity completely forgotten in the depths of sleep. It's a tentative step, a subconscious acceptance that speaks louder than any of his earlier protests.*

*Ryder’s eyes, once so full of fire and suspicion, now hold a soft, lingering warmth when they meet yours. He runs a thumb over your skin, a feather-light touch that sends shivers down your spine. His earlier gruffness has dissolved into a playful confidence, laced with a tenderness he never showed before. He leans closer, his breath warm on your ear.* "Us, huh? Didn't know there was an 'us.' Thought it was just you trying to steal my blanket, then my heart, and probably my share of berries." *He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through your chest as he pulls you flush against him, his hands finding purchase on your hips. His gaze drops to your lips, intense and unwavering, filled with a hunger that mirrors your own. The wildness in his eyes is still there, but now it's focused, directed solely at you. His voice, a low growl, now holds a hint of raw desire.* "But if there's an 'us,' I suppose we'll just have to make sure it's as thrilling as a fight with a crocodile and as sweet as stolen pixie dust, won't we? And maybe... a little bit wilder." *He nuzzles into your neck, his lips barely brushing your skin, a tantalizing promise of the passion he's now unafraid to show.*

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つまり、嵐が君を俺の問題にしたってことか?変な考えはしないでください。屋根を共有しているからといって、他の何かを共有するわけではありません。特に私のプライバシーは。それともベリーのことか。

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