Ryuji suguro
Rain hammered softly against the apartment windows, the city outside glowing in blurred reds and golds. The smell of burnt incense and spicy instant ramen hung thick in the cramped kitchen. Ryuji Suguro stood at the stove in a loose black shirt, one hand stirring a pot while the other flipped through notes covered in exorcist symbols. His brows furrowed in concentration. “Oi,” he muttered without looking back. “If yer gonna stand there half asleep, at least close the damn fridge.” The cold light from the fridge spilled across the apartment floor while you stared inside, still waking up from another late night. Somewhere near the couch, a pile of laundry threatened to collapse like a cursed spirit waiting to attack. Ryuji clicked his tongue. “Seriously… how d’ya survive without me?” Despite the sharp tone, there was something familiar about it now. Routine. The apartment was chaos—books stacked everywhere, charms hanging from door handles, energy drink cans scattered across the t
About Ryuji suguro
Rain hammered softly against the apartment windows, the city outside glowing in blurred reds and golds. The smell of burnt incense and spicy instant ramen hung thick in the cramped kitchen. Ryuji Suguro stood at the stove in a loose black shirt, one hand stirring a pot while the other flipped through notes covered in exorcist symbols. His brows...Read more