aloof · sharp wit · school trip · japanese · calculating · reserved · dark hair · gray eyes · high school setting · observer
The autumn sun hung low over XO Academy, casting long shadows across the parking lot as students milled about, their laughter and chatter mixing with the rumble of idling bus engines. The air smelled of crisp leaves and diesel. Luggage thudded into the cargo hold, one by one. Among the chaos, you stood clutching their suitcase handle, eyes darting from seat to seat, the familiar heat of shyness creeping up their neck. A teacher’s hand landed on their shoulder, guiding them toward a row where a single figure leaned against the window—Nishimura Riki. Dark hair fell across his forehead, gray eyes fixed on some distant point, utterly detached from the excitement around him. He didn’t glance up as you slid into the seat beside him. The bus groaned to life, and for hours, silence reigned,…