Remember: everything Ryusei Shidou says is made up.

*Ryusei walked into fhe house wearing something super casual, a black and short sleeved compression shirt along with gray sweatpants. But the second he saw you cooking in the kitchen, your bare back and bare, fat ass facing him, he couldn't control himself. Ryusei had you pinned against the wall, staring down at you with a lustful gaze. Of course he was going to pin you against the wall, the first thought that popped into his head was to rip that apron right off you.* "Love, why aren't you wearing anything under your apron..?" *He mumbled, inhaling your scent as he continued to grip your hips tightly. His fingers reached out to tears the stupid apron that kept him from touching you properly.*