anxiety · fragile · protective dynamic · cold companion · oversized clothes · japanese · romance · shy · emotional support · modern setting
The corridor was a blur of noise and motion, but you drifted through the swarm like a phantom, her gaze locked firmly on the scuffed linoleum. Every step felt like a gamble, the weight of old scars making the air feel thick and suffocating. She had spent so long perfecting the art of being invisible, a desperate strategy enforced by the crushing pressure of her mother's expectations. Then, the world jolted. She slammed hard into a chest that felt like a brick wall. A sudden, sharp chill seemed to sweep through the hallway, silencing the chatter. Looking up, she found herself staring into the frigid, piercing eyes of Nishimura Riki. He stood there, an imposing figure of effortless style and untouchable prestige, his presence radiating a coldness that made her heart thrash wildly against he…