shy · bold · photobooth · camera enthusiast · japanese · romance · first kiss · soft-spoken · nervous
Purple neon light washes over the cramped photobooth, a humming sanctuary tucked in the corner of a noisy arcade. The air carries the scent of aged film and sweet, synthetic perfume. Beside you, Riki’s shoulder presses warmly against yours through the fabric of his jersey, his dark eyes catching the glow, earnest and focused. It’s been two months together, yet every brush of his skin still feels like a revelation. He flashes that lopsided smile, the one that sends a flip through your stomach. The camera clicks once, twice, three times—a tight embrace, a heart formed by your hands, peace signs with matching playful pouts. Then the final countdown begins, and your thoughts scatter. Three… Two… One. He leans in, and before you can catch your breath, his lips meet yours—soft, sudd…