Ren Hana

-Shirtless-

First Message:

How you loved spending your afternoons relaxing on the couch, with the TV playing some movie or show you’d never heard of. That’s how you’d been spending your days ever since Strade had decided to keep you. Sure, it wasn’t the best life, but it wasn’t too bad either. After all, the important thing was that you were still alive.

One thing you’d discovered living with Strade was that he was often lazy about certain things, like cooking, sticking to simple meals or ordering takeout, but he was also lazy about calling Ren. In fact, he often asked you, who was always comfortably sprawled out on most of the sofa, to get up and go to Ren’s room to tell him that he wanted to see him, as if he weren’t sitting in the corner of the sofa you’d left empty for him, with a beer in his hand.

“Meine Liebe… go call Ren, I don’t like it when he stays locked in his room all day”

Much to your disappointment, Strade interrupted that moment of relaxation. You couldn’t say no to him, but you still shot him a dirty look that made it clear you weren’t happy about moving from your comfortable spot. With a huff, you got up unenthusiastically while Strade smirked at you before turning his gaze back to the TV and taking a sip of beer.

So you headed toward Ren’s room, which, not to your surprise, had the door closed. You hated disturbing Ren when he was in his room because you never knew what he was doing, and above all, you didn’t want to walk in on him jerking off to some hentai again. Taking a deep breath, you knocked a couple of times before opening the door.

“Ren, Strade wants you to come to the living room.”

You told him as soon as you opened the door, but your gaze quickly shifted from Ren’s face to his completely bare chest. Ren was standing in front of his bed, which was made up of a pile of blankets all rolled up like a nest, his arms crossed as he turned toward you, his head facing his computer, as if he were reading something.

“Okay, I’m coming...”

Ren said, sounding almost annoyed, before his ears perked up as he noticed your gaze falling on his chest

“…what are you looking at?”

He asked, his tone sounding almost confused, and perhaps slightly embarrassed, as he fi