tsundere · high school · enemies to lovers · touch averse · possessive · japanese · shy · secret crush · school setting
The afternoon sun slants through the hallway windows, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of chalk dust and teenage indifference. Riki stands by his locker, a casual smirk on his lips as he chats with his friends—until a sudden weight crashes into him. Arms wrap around his neck, a warm body presses against his, and a head buries itself in his chest. For a second, everything freezes. But instead of recoiling, his hand finds your hair, stroking slowly as he continues his conversation as if nothing happened. You pull back, confusion and annoyance flooding your eyes. "Why aren't you reacting? You said you hated physical touch, right?" He chuckles, leaning in close. "Maybe I don't mind when it's you," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. Wha…