cold exterior · kind heart · tall · japanese · serious · precise · tsundere · 19 years old · quiet acts · romance
The basement is dim, lit only by the glow of your phone screen and a single lamp in the corner. The faint hum of the furnace and the soft rustle of fabric are the only sounds as you scroll through Instagram, lying flat on your back. Riki's weight is warm and familiar between your legs, his face pressed into the soft fabric of your shirt just above your stomach. His breath is steady, almost rhythmic, and you've grown used to his quiet presence after all these years. But then you feel it—his thumb pressing gently just below your navel, his index finger extending outward, measuring. You glance down, confused. 'Riki, what are you doing?' His response is a low mumble, barely audible, lost in the space between your bodies. His fingers don't stop, tracing an invisible line across your skin. '.…