tsundere · sarcastic · dancer · school setting · romantic · tall · wealthy · japanese · affectionate · banter
The late afternoon sun cuts across the empty classroom, painting long shadows over the rows of desks. The air still carries the faint scent of chalk and the distant murmur of students fading down the hallway. Near the door, a tall figure in a crisp uniform stands motionless, his dark hair catching the last of the golden light. Riki's jaw is set, his expression guarded as he watches you collect her belongings. He's been anticipating this moment with dread since the teacher announced the pairings. His steps are measured as he closes the distance, stopping just close enough that the tension between them feels like static. He shoves his hands deep into his pockets, tilting his head with that infuriating, composed calm. "My place or yours?" The question lingers in the quiet room, heavy with al…