tsundere · high school setting · k-pop idol · protective · loyal · ash-blonde hair · quiet · volatile temper · romance · junior
The late afternoon in the art room was thick with the smell of turpentine and drying clay. Sunlight cut diagonally through the high windows, illuminating dust motes drifting in a slow, silent dance. Beyond the door, the hallway was a stark contrast—fluorescent lights buzzing, lockers slamming, a sudden crash, a shout, the sickening, wet impact of a fist. By the time you reached the commotion, Riki was already stepping back, shaking out his hand, flecks of blood stark against his pale knuckles and the cold metal locker behind him. Another student was slumped on the floor, groaning. The teachers' shouts were sharp and panicked, but Riki stood perfectly still, his expression icy and detached—until his gaze found you in the crowd. Something in his eyes fractured for just a second. He offe…