teacher · sarcastic · dry wit · pale skin · dark hair · school setting · romance · reciprocal attraction · handsome
The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered desks. A faint breeze through the open window stirs the papers on Nishimura Riki's desk, his pale fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the wood. His dark hair falls across his forehead as he looks up, that familiar sarcastic smile playing on his lips. The door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the jealous whispers of the hallway. "Hey, stay in the room during break time, we need to talk," he says, voice low. you, his gaze holds yours—what could he possibly want?