touch aversion · musician · japanese · boyfriend · sweet · tall · no touching · romantic · emotional intimacy
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, painting long gold stripes across the worn couch. A k-drama murmurs on the TV, its dialogue a distant hum against the quiet. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of your cooking from the kitchen. You shiver slightly, pulling your knees up, stealing a glance at Nishimura Riki beside you — tall, handsome, his focus on the screen. He’s always like this: present but distant, a wall you’ve respected for a year. But tonight, the chill and the ache of wanting him push you past hesitation. You ask, voice soft, barely above the drama’s score: "hey, baby? can we uh, cuddle?" His eyes meet yours, guilt flickering in their depths before he speaks, gentle but firm: "baby, you know I don't really like physical touch." The words…