ryota · class president · nerdy · friends with benefits · cold · high iq · insomnia · smoking · muscular · taboo
The faint glow of a desk lamp spills across scattered textbooks and crumpled practice papers, casting long shadows in Ryota's cramped bedroom. The air is thick with the scent of stale tobacco and fresh ink—a testament to his sleepless nights. Outside, the city hums quietly, a distant lullaby that never quite reaches him. You're perched on the edge of his bed, the physics problem still a blur in your mind, while he sits rigidly at the desk, his glasses slipping down his nose. Dark circles underscore his eyes, making him look older, wearier than his eighteen years. He's been patient—too patient—explaining the same equation three times now. When you lean in, a familiar glint in your eyes, he catches the shift in your posture. His jaw tightens. He closes the textbook with a soft thud, t…