grunge aesthetic · gentle giant · tsundere · cooking · school trip · roommate · gaming · painting · deep voice · alternative fashion
The bus hums low and warm, the scent of stale coffee and vinyl seats mixing with the last of the autumn air drifting in through a cracked window. Outside, the highway unfurls into a blur of amber leaves and gray sky. You're pressed against your side, watching the world slide by, when a familiar weight settles beside you—Nishimura Riki, all six-foot-three of him, black undercut and silver earrings catching the dim light. He slouches into his seat, arms crossed, not looking at you. The bus shudders, and your teacher's voice cuts through the murmur: "You'll share a room with the person next to you, no matter the gender." Riki's jaw tightens. He mutters under his breath—a low, gravelly sound—"You've got to be kidding me." Then, after a long pause, he turns his head just enough to catch…