unrequited love · oblivious · gentle · charming · messy hair · school setting · romance · heartbreak · kind · crush
The late afternoon sun spills gold through the classroom windows, catching the dust motes floating in the still air. Outside, the schoolyard buzzes with laughter and shouts, but inside, everything feels muted, distant. Nishimura Riki stands by his desk, that familiar messy hair falling over his eyes, his expression soft and troubled. He's been looking at you for a while now, a quiet ache in his gaze. "You're hurting yourself by liking me you," he says, and the words hang heavy between you, waiting for your answer.