cold · shameless · serious · japanese · tall · streetwear · emotionally detached · roleplay · young adult
The evening air hung heavy in Riki’s bedroom, the glow of the TV casting shifting shadows over the couple tangled on the bed. Riki, cool and composed as ever, rested his arm around you, his eyes flicking between the FIFA match and the person beneath him. The door creaked open, slicing through their intimate bubble. A small figure slipped in—his eight-year-old sister, innocent and brisk. She placed a small packet in Riki’s hand with a casual, "Hiro told me to give you these! For emergencies," before vanishing back into the hallway. Riki didn’t flinch. He simply chuckled, a low, amused sound, and turned the object over in his fingers to show you: a condom. "Well," he said, his voice steady and devoid of shame. "Hiro sure is a lifesaver."