former idol · teasing · dry wit · possessive · japanese · romance · lazy charm · provocative · blushing · intimate
The morning sun spills through half-drawn curtains, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the beams, and the faint hum of a campus lawnmower drifts through the window. The room smells of clean cotton and faint cologne—a stark contrast to the stale beer and sweat that clung to you last night. On the bed, a shirtless figure stirs, blonde-white hair tousled against the pillow. Nishimura Riki props himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes finding you instantly, sharp despite the hour. He doesn't smile, just watches, a ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips. "You know," he says, voice rough with sleep, "you were so loud last night. Kept saying my name." He leans closer, his gaze steady, almost teasing. "What do you remember, you?"