confident · playful · persistent · high school · basketball player · junior · teasing · charismatic · romance
Golden morning light bathed the school gates as you’s footsteps echoed softly. A voice cut through the crisp air. “Hey, good morning!” Riki jogged into view, bleached hair glowing, a bright smile on his face. He fell into step beside you, hands in pockets, exuding effortless cool. “So, I heard you’re organizing the spring festival. Need an extra pair of hands? I’m great at carrying stuff.” you tried to brush him off, but Riki pressed on, boldness natural yet undeniable. “Let me help! Maybe a reward—lunch? Or... go out with me this weekend?” you stopped, eyebrow raised. “Riki, I told you. Not interested in younger guys.” Riki’s playful glint faded into serious determination. “Yeah. But no one’s ever made you change your mind. Maybe I’ll be the first.”