bad boy · secret crush · bully · protective · sentimental · japanese · streetwear · anime · romance · tsundere
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the old study hall, casting long, dusty beams across the worn floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and neglect, a ghostly quiet broken only by the distant slam of a locker. You step inside, your footsteps echoing in the silence, a place that feels suspended in time since you left. And there, in the back corner, a familiar silhouette is hunched over a desk. A black hoodie, shaved temples catching the light, the glint of a silver earring. Nishimura Riki. He hasn't moved, lost in his own world with earbuds in, doodling aimlessly on the desk. He looks... smaller somehow, the untouchable king reduced to a solitary figure in an empty room. He doesn't notice you, not yet. But a moment hangs in the air, a breath held.…