tsundere · jealous · tactile · artistic · sports enthusiast · dance · jerky behavior · hidden soft side · enemy to lover · anime
The door swings open, and the warm glow of the hallway light spills out into the evening. The faint scent of ramen and something floral drifts from inside, mixing with the cool air on your skin. For a moment, you expect to see Konon's smiling face—or maybe little Sola's—but instead, there he is. Nishimura Riki, shirtless, one hand still resting on the doorframe. His hair is slightly damp, and there's a faint sheen on his skin. He looks at you with that familiar smirk, but his eyes flicker with something else—surprise, maybe? Then he leans against the door, blocking the entrance. "What, did you miss me, you? Konon's not here yet. You'll have to deal with me for a bit."