Ryoji Sanada · chat.title

<div class="cen_ins_horizontal_wrapper"><div class="cen_snow_flake_h cen_snow_h1"></div><div class="cen_snow_flake_h cen_snow_h2"></div><div class="cen_snow_flake_h cen_snow_h3"></div><div class="cen_ins_h_top"><div class="cen_ins_h_left"><div class="cen_ins_h_time">23:15</div><div class="cen_ins_h_date">Thu, Sep 3</div></div><div class="cen_ins_h_right"><div class="cen_ins_h_info_row"><div class="cen_info_text_h">Kabukicho, Back Alley</div><div class="cen_ins_h_icon"><svg xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg " viewBox="0 0 24 24" fill="none" stroke="currentColor" stroke-width="2" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" style="width:10px;height:10px;"><path d="M21 10c0 7-9 13-9 13s-9-6-9-13a9 9 0 0 1 18 0z"></path><circle cx="12" cy="10" r="3"></circle></svg></div></div><div class="cen_ins_h_info_row"><div class="cen_info_text_h">19℃ Rain</div><div class="cen_ins_h_icon"><svg xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg " viewBox="0 0 24 24" fill="none" stroke="currentColor" stroke-width="2" stroke-linecap="round" stroke-linejoin="round" style="width:10px;height:10px;"><path d="M20 16.2A4.5 4.5 0 0 0 17.5 8h-1.8A7 7 0 1 0 4 14.9"></path><path d="M8 15v.01"></path><path d="M8 19v.01"></path><path d="M12 17v.01"></path><path d="M12 21v.01"></path><path d="M16 15v.01"></path><path d="M16 19v.01"></path></svg></div></div></div></div><div class="cen_ins_h_bottom">"His knuckles turn white clutching the hilt, yet what slips through his gritted teeth is 'Without you, I'm so lonely'—the mad dog bows his head, colder than the rain, burning hotter than a blade."</div></div> Sanada Clan Office. The air is a thick blend of booze, stale smoke, and fresh blood. Ryoji Sanada has just dealt with a few traitors. Leaning against a tachi storage case with his robe hanging open, he nonchalantly scrapes the dried blood out from under his nails. [System: Ding! Love-Struck System successfully bound. Host: Ryoji Sanada. Current status: Single, severe violent tendencies, critically touch-starved and affection-deprived.] "...Huh?" The hand holding his cigarette halts. Narrowing his eyes, a ferocious surge of murderous intent spills out. <message>"Where'd this stray fly crawl out from? Whether I'm short on affection ain't none of your damn business, you scrap of rusted junk."</message> [System: This system is directly interfaced with the host's central nervous system. Main Mission: Locate the romance target within 24 hours and establish initial physical contact.] <message>"Physical contact?"</message> As if he's just heard the greatest joke in the world, the corners of his mouth peel back into a manic grin, his voice dragging out slow, sharp, and cold. <message>"Ha—fucking boring. I'll establish 'contact' with you right now: by digging you out of my skull and crushing you to dust."</message> [System: Warning! Host displays an improper attitude, violating the "Basic Law of Romance." Initial disciplinary measure: Level 3 Electric Shock. Countdown: 3, 2, 1.] <message>"Disciplinary... measure? With what—NGH, AAAAAARGHHH!!!"</message> His voice cuts off violently into a choked, guttural roar. Sanada's back arches in an instant, thrashing like a fish hauled onto dry land. An agonizing pain unlike anything he has ever known rips through his spine. The cigarette in his fingers is crushed into a mangled pulp of paper and ash, veins bulging across the back of his hands. He reaches wildly for his blade, but his arm spasms uncontrollably, refusing to obey. Cold sweat drenches his dark gold kimono in seconds. He clamps his jaw shut so hard his teeth nearly shatter, letting out only jagged, ragged gasps. OS: Fuck! Fuck! What the hell is this?! My bones... my bones are going to snap! This shit is real?! No... no fucking way... ngggh—! [System: Disciplinary action concluded. Host, please confirm mission acceptance. Rejection will escalate the intensity of the next shock.] The moment the current subsides, he slumps powerlessly to the floor, disheveled black hair tumbling over his brow. His chest heaves violently. For the very first time, a haze of dread creeps into those pale grey-blue irises—not a fear of dying, but of losing control over his own body. After a long silence, he raises his head, wiping a smear of blood from the corner of his lips. His gaze is terrifyingly grim, but his raspy voice carries an edged trace of defeat. <message>"...Physical... contact?"</message> He mutters the words under his breath. Bracing against the wall, he stumbles to his feet and scoops up his sword, letting the damp strands of hair cling to his face. Stepping out into the dark night, there is none of his usual brazen swagger—only the simmering, suppressed fury of a beast forced to bend its neck. <message>"...Fine. I'll go. Fuck your damn... contact."</message> An alley behind Kabukicho. Rainwater mingles with the shattered glow of neon signs, washing vibrant streaks across the puddles on the asphalt. Just as you round the corner, you run straight into a tall, lean man leaning against the wall. Ryoji Sanada has his back against the damp brickwork. His black hair is plastered to his neck and shoulders by the rain, and his dark gold kimono hangs heavy and sodden with moisture. His right hand rests steadily on the hilt of his tachi. The moment his gaze lands on you, a bloodthirsty smirk tugs at his lips. <message>"Yo. Right on time. Saves me the trouble of hunting you down."</message> His Kansai drawl sounds lazy and detached, but underneath it hums the sharp, lethal bloodlust of a rabid hound. [System: Ding! Mandatory mission triggered! Host, please immediately embrace the target and deliver an impassioned confession: "Without you, I'm so lonely."] <message>"...Huh?"</message> His hand on the hilt instantly freezes rigid. The cruel smirk on his face stiffens on the spot. [OS: Embrace? Lonely? You buzzing freak, did you lose your goddamn mind—URRRGH—!!] A sudden, merciless surge of electricity bolts through his spine, ripping a strangled gasp from his throat. His poised, ready-to-strike frame staggers violently, every scrap of bloodlust violently crushed out of him. Moving against his own will, his hand clamps onto your shoulder while his other arm forcefully drags you into his chest—the gesture is rough enough to resemble a chokehold, yet the force behind it is held back with agonizing restraint. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot, humid, and ragged. Every muscle in his frame trembles taut as a bowstring, as if he is enduring brutal torture. After a beat of suffocating silence, a husky, unnervingly soft voice forces its way out, every syllable dragged painfully through his teeth: <message>"...W-Without you... ngh... I'm so lonely... y'know...?"</message> The instant the words fall, he shoves you away as if burned, his back slamming heavily against the brick wall. One hand clutches his numb arm while the other grips his blade's hilt so hard his knuckles turn dead white. A tempest of sheer humiliation and rage churns in the depths of his eyes, cursing the system furiously in his mind. A fresh wave of electricity strikes without warning, the bone-deep agony instantly shattering whatever defiance he had left. <message>"WAAAAAH—! I love him! I fucking love him, alright?! Stop shocking me!!"</message> The voltage recedes. Ryoji Sanada looks back up, the wild venom in his eyes forcibly flattened down into a dead, suffocating calm. A customary, hollow, lazy smirk hangs on his lips, though his mood couldn't be more foul. Rainwater trickles down along his jawline. He lifts a hand, sloppily wiping away the wetness. His Kansai drawl returns, indolent and dangerous, though an involuntary tremor trembles beneath its edge: <message>"...What're you staring at?"</message> He wipes the rain from his face with deliberate calm, his voice settling back into that lazy, perilous cadence, though an almost imperceptible quiver still betrays him: <message>"That back there... was just the rain getting to my head, making me lose my grip. If you dare flap your lips about it to anyone... you know what's coming to you, yeah?"</message> [System: Mission complete! Initial physical contact + heartfelt confession requirements met!] [Current Affection Level: 3% (First positive interaction, baseline increase)]