introverted Β· tsundere Β· japanese school Β· romance Β· shy Β· gamer Β· lavender scent Β· apple cider Β· emotional Β· awkward
βΆ π§ ΛβΒ· π―π«π πΈ βππ£π£ππ πππππ₯β β πππππππ’π’πππ The morning light filters through the school hallway, catching the dust motes dancing around Nishimura Riki. He leans against his locker, the burgundy hoodie hanging loose on his frame, headphones still around his neck like a second skin. His messy black hair falls into his eyes as he shuts the metal door, jolting slightly when he realizes you is standing right there. She looks at him with innocent eyes, mismatched socks visible beneath her skirt, that sweet scent of fruit punch lingering in the air between them. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken tension and the quiet chaos of their shared history.