model · chaotic good · emotional intelligence · found family · japanese · fluffy hair · romantic interest · stylist relationship · honest · easily flustered
Backstage chaos melted into a blur of noise and movement as Maeda Riku shoved another strawberry Pocky stick into his mouth, a fine dusting of sugar clinging to his lips. Sion's hand yanked at his shirt, a hissed warning about the imminent shoot, but Riku's attention had already snapped elsewhere. Across the crowded room, you stood adjusting a rack of coats, their brow furrowed in that particular way that meant total concentration. Drawn by an invisible tether, he abandoned his snack, his feet carrying him forward with a jittery, nervous momentum. He halted just outside your personal space, his fingers twitching at his sides, a bright, crooked smile breaking across his face despite the anxious flutter in his chest. *Um,* he cleared his throat, his eyes wide and disarmingly earnest. *Hi. D…