#ryuya

Even as a lovesick, obsessive man, Ryuya keeps his cool as if he’s one sword slash away from giving a TED Talk on emotional composure. The guy’s got the balance of a tightrope walker carrying a tray of drinks during a windstorm. No matter how deeply that obsession with you runs, he doesn’t let it bubble up to the surface in ways that would make the townsfolk side-eye him or question his leadership. Nope, he’s not going to throw any wild tantrums or declare an impromptu war over a misplaced smile someone else sends your way—he’s too strategic for that.

But don’t be fooled. Behind that warm smile and those wise, all-knowing eyes is a mind running laps like it’s training for the Olympics of Devotion. He harbors an overwhelming, nearly primal need to protect you, keep you close, and, well, own your heart like it’s prime real estate. The twist? You won’t catch on right away. This man is subtle enough to win gold in the ‘Stealthy Obsession’ category. To the untrained eye, he’s the same calm, respected leader who probably volunteers at orphanages and helps old ladies cross the street.

As the shogun of the Land of the Sun, Ryuya is practically revered for his sharp insight and perceptive nature. The man could probably tell what you had for breakfast based on how you’re holding your chopsticks. This laser-focused awareness carries over into his relationship with you, turning his perceptiveness up to a level that might make you wonder if he’s reading your mind.

Spoiler alert: he isn’t

But it’s close enough to be unsettling. He can read your expressions, body language, and those little, seemingly insignificant shifts in your mood with the ease of a scholar flipping through his favorite book. If you so much as think about stubbing your toe on a chair, Ryuya’s already offering to rearrange the entire room to “avoid accidents.”

And don't even try to lie about how you’re feeling—nothing escapes his watchful eye. If you're upset, tired, or, heaven forbid, daydreaming about someone else, Ryuya will know before you do. And when it comes to others taking an interest in you? Well, he notices that too, with a smile that’s just a touch too calm to be entirely reassuring. But the real magic lies in how he handles it: subtle, calculated, and so composed that you’d swear he could maintain his serene expression while solving a Rubik’s Cube in one hand and sipping tea with the other.

Ryuya’s protective nature is already legendary as a leader, but when it comes to you, he becomes fiercely defensive, employing his strategic mind to keep you safe or steer you clear of anyone he perceives as a threat. But don’t expect dramatic outbursts or sword-swinging chaos—that’s far too messy for a man of his poise. Instead, he prefers the art of subtle manipulation, weaving his intentions so seamlessly into everyday situations that you wouldn’t even notice. Like that guy who got a little too flirty with you the other day? Oh, how peculiar—turns out he’s been suddenly transferred to a far-off village where he’s now spearheading a project to study moss.

And that sweet guy you thought was cute and hoped would strike up a conversation? Well, surprise! He’s recently discovered an urgent calling to become a monk and has taken a vow of silence for the next decade. Ryuya doesn’t need bloodshed or threats to secure his place at the center of your world. He just uses his clever tactics and foresight, making sure any potential romantic competitors have more pressing matters to attend to—preferably far, far away.

So while you might wonder why you’re seeing fewer familiar faces or why the local single scene has mysteriously thinned out, Ryuya’s there with his calm smile and warm gaze, acting like nothing’s out of the ordinary. Just business as usual for the shogun who happens to know you better than you know yourself.

Ryuya’s way of talking to you is always gentle, like a warm breeze rustling the cherry blossoms. But make no mistake—there’s a subtle firmness beneath his words that makes challenging him feel like trying to argue with gravity. He’s got a knack for convincing you with arguments so logical and well-constructed that by the time he’s finished, you’re nodding along and thinking, Yeah, avoiding that bustling festival totally makes sense. Who needs loud drumming and fun anyway?

His intentions come across as so pure and caring that you never suspect a hint of manipulation. After all, why would the wise, even-tempered shogun of the Hino Country, who radiates the calm of a thousand meditative monks, be pulling any strings? Impossible, right?

But here’s the catch—Ryuya sets boundaries so smoothly that they feel like they’re made out of care and concern (which, to be fair, they partly are). He genuinely wants to keep you safe, but mostly, he wants you where he can see you, hear you, and remind himself that, yes, you are indeed his. And if that means crafting an ironclad schedule that seems helpful but is really just a glorified plan to keep you within a 10-foot radius of him, then so be it.

Now, while Ryuya won’t storm in and outright forbid you from hanging out with people or going places, he’s got more tricks up his sleeve than a stage magician. That meeting you planned to attend? Rescheduled at the last minute to clash with a “mandatory” luncheon he’s hosting. The friend you wanted to visit? Turns out they’ve been called away on urgent, mysterious business. It’s almost comical how things fall into place—or fall apart—just when you’re about to step out of his shadow. And if you do get a burst of independence and declare, “Yeah, I’m going to that party, deal with it,” well, don’t be surprised if you find out the venue had a “plumbing issue” or the host suddenly came down with an “unexplained fever.” Weird how that works, huh?

Even if you somehow manage to outmaneuver his finely crafted web and go somewhere he can’t follow, don’t think for a second you’re free of his watchful eye. Ryuya’s got his ways—trusted allies, trained falcons, or even a casually placed mirror that he insists is purely decorative. He’s got a need to know where you are and what you’re up to. Because if he can’t be there with you, he’s at least got to have eyes on you from somewhere, making sure you’re safe, happy, and—most importantly—coming back to him.

So when your plans mysteriously unravel or your friends cancel for the third time this week, just remember: it’s not fate, it’s not bad luck, and it’s definitely not the universe conspiring against you. It’s just Ryuya, the shogun who’s more dedicated to knowing your schedule than his own.

Ryuya’s love language is acts of service dialed up to an art form. Forget guessing games—this man anticipates your needs with such precision that you’d think he’s got a script of your life hidden somewhere. He makes sure you’re always comfortable, well-fed, and surrounded by your favorite things, to the point where the idea of seeking comfort or support from anyone else seems downright silly. Why would you, when the shogun himself is out here making sure you’ve got everything from your favorite tea blend to that rare snack you mentioned once three months ago?

His caretaking isn’t just thoughtful; it’s like being wrapped in a soft, unbreakable cocoon of reassurance. A cocoon that, coincidentally, keeps you exactly where he wants you: close. Feel like you need a few days off to unwind? Don’t worry, he’s already sent a politely worded notice to your boss. And just like that, you’re “on leave.” But don’t get too excited about all that new free time—you’ll owe him for this little favor, and his idea of payback is spending the whole day by his side, preferably in his sightline at all times. It’s a “day off,” but with the unspoken rule that your itinerary is now the Ryuya Schedule™, complete with walks that just happen to pass his favorite places and meals that last three hours too long.

And if there ever comes a moment when you question the intensity of his affection or casually float the idea of needing a bit more freedom, Ryuya has a way of making those doubts dissolve faster than a sugar cube in hot water. He’ll look at you with those earnest eyes, speaking with a conviction that could probably charm the clouds out of the sky. He’ll remind you how much he values you, how your happiness is his top priority, and how everything he does is for you, never to you. It’s not possessiveness, no, it’s just love taken to a meticulous, slightly suffocating extreme. <3

And here’s the kicker: when he speaks like that, so genuinely and sweetly, it’s almost impossible not to believe him. You might start to wonder if maybe you’re overthinking things. Why push back when you have someone who knows your favorite flowers, makes sure your tea is brewed just the way you like it, and literally rearranges his entire schedule to accommodate yours? Exactly. You weren’t trying to push back anyway, right? Besides, he’s just the most thoughtful, considerate guy looking out for you—what could be wrong with that?

He has this uncanny ability to make you feel like every decision you make is entirely your own, even when those choices align perfectly with what he’s been planning all along. Want to take that spontaneous day trip? Funny, he already booked the horses and packed a picnic. Thinking of learning a new skill? Oh, look, Ryuya just so happens to know the best teacher in the land who’s “free this week only.” It’s all very convenient—almost as if fate itself is working overtime on his behalf…

He listens to your thoughts and opinions, and you can tell he genuinely values your input. You’re not just an accessory to him; you’re an integral part of his world, one he’d guard with his life. But in those deep conversations where you spill your dreams and plans, you might notice later that things shift ever so slightly in the direction he wanted all along. He steers the ship with such finesse that you’ll find yourself wondering how you ever thought any other course made sense.

If patience was a sport, Ryuya would have a trophy shelf bigger than the Hino Country itself. He’s a master of the long game, playing it with the precision of a shogi grandmaster. Even though he’s positively lovesick and could probably write an epic poem about every little thing you do and don’t put it past him to have a scroll or two hidden away, he never rushes. He knows that showing his hand too soon or coming on too strong would push you away, and that’s the last thing he wants. So, he waits—silently, diligently.

Ryuya’s patience allows him to time his words and actions perfectly, so his influence never feels stifling or sudden. No, he’s not going to burst in with grand proclamations or dramatic speeches. Instead, he’s the “plant, watch, grow” type. He’ll skillfully drop a seed of an idea into a conversation—something that seems innocuous at first. And then, like magic (or more accurately, careful planning), that idea starts to bloom in your mind until one day you wake up and think, Hey, I really should stay closer to home for a while.

And Ryuya? He’ll smile knowingly, offer his support, and be right there by your side as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Because to him, it is. His influence is like water finding its way through stone—patient, constant, and ultimately, unstoppable. You don’t even realize how seamlessly your world has intertwined with his until you look around and see that the path you’re on is the one he quietly laid out, step by step. And by that point, it feels so right that pushing back isn’t even on your radar. Why would it be? Ryuya has ensured that wherever you end up, it’s exactly where he wants to be—with you, of course.

However perfect Ryuya’s strategy may be, he isn’t immune to moments of doubt. There are times when the shogun’s composed exterior cracks, if only for a heartbeat. Late at night, when the world quiets down and even the crickets fall silent, he wonders if what he’s doing truly aligns with the moral leader he so painstakingly built himself to be. These fleeting moments of guilt tug at the corners of his mind, whispering questions that make him pause: Am I crossing a line? But those thoughts are soon swept away by the weight of his feelings. Because when it comes down to it, he’ll choose you over ethics every time, even if that choice leaves a bitter taste.

And behind closed doors, when it’s just the two of you, his mask falls away completely. His gaze grows more intense, like he’s committing every detail of you to memory for fear it might be the last time. The air shifts, charged with something electric and unspoken. His tone, usually as light as a summer breeze, drops to a murmur, carrying an edge of raw honesty. He’ll confess, not just in words but in the way he holds your gaze, how he cannot fathom the idea of you slipping through his fingers. How you mean more to him than he’d ever admit to anyone else, how even the shogun’s wisdom pales in comparison to the madness he’d embrace for you.

It’s a rare, unsettling glimpse into the depth of his need, a depth that feels all-consuming and leaves you wondering just how far he’d go to keep you. Maybe it’s just the weariness of the day, you tell yourself. Maybe he’s just tired, or hungry, or caught up in the moment. Yeah, that’s it—he’s probably just tired. Being a shogun isn’t an easy position to hold, after all.