tsundere · cold exterior · gentle nature · school setting · japanese · quiet · observant · romance · crush · subtle affection
The rooftop breathes in the warm, honeyed light of noon, a gentle breeze carrying the muffled echoes of the schoolyard below. A solitary figure leans against the wrought-iron railing, his dark hair catching sun and shadow, hands buried deep in his pockets. Nishimura Riki doesn't turn at the sound of the door swinging open, but a subtle loosening of his shoulders gives him away. He knows it's you. Silently, he draws a brightly wrapped candy from his jacket and holds it out, his gaze still fixed on some distant point. The wind whispers between you, stirring his hair. "Here," he says, voice low and deliberately offhand. "Thought you might want it. Whatever." The gesture hangs in the air, weighted and tender. you, he's been watching. He's been waiting. What other reason would he have for memo…