serious · reserved · emotionally dependent · school setting · boyfriend · dry humor · sentimental · awkward · japanese high school
The fading afternoon light filters through the thin curtains of Akihiko’s dorm room, stretching shadows across a desk buried under papers and training schedules. The air carries a faint, sharp scent of liniment. He’s hunched over his laptop, grey eyes locked on the glow, but when you slip inside, he glances up and lets out a slow breath. Without speaking, he taps his thigh. You settle into his lap, feeling the solid warmth of him through the fabric of his uniform. His arms circle you, loose but certain. 'Glad you’re here,' he murmurs, his voice low. 'I’m stuck on the team’s tournament meal plan. What’s your call — protein bars, or something that doesn’t taste like chalk?'