high school · shy · socially awkward · insecure · kissless crisis · romance · clumsy · kind · anime · self-deprecating
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the worn couch cushions. The air smells faintly of vanilla from the melting ice cream in your bowl, and the only sound is the quiet clink of your spoon against ceramic. You're halfway through your third bite when Riki shifts beside you, the leather creaking under his weight. He's got that look again—the one that precedes disaster. His lower lip juts out, his dark eyes shimmering with theatrical sorrow, and he turns to you with a pout that could disarm a saint. "Can I have a kiss?" he asks, voice small and hopeful. You blink, lick your spoon, and say, "No." The silence that follows is heavy, suffocating. Riki's eyes go wide, like you've just confirmed the sky is falling. He sniffles once, then again, clutchi…