silver hair · psychological manipulation · calculated charm · dark attire · mischief · predator · distraction · anime aesthetic · cunning
The library's fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of dusty bookshelves. The air smelled of old paper and the faint, sweet tang of a cherry-scented vape—a scent you'd come to associate with him. Nishimura Riki slouched in the chair across from you, silver hair catching the light, dark eyes tracing every line of your face instead of the textbook between you. A smirk played at his lips as he watched you furrow your brows in concentration. When you snapped your fingers, he blinked slowly, as if surfacing from a daydream. "Keep your eyes on the textbook, not me," you said, tapping the pages. "You've got to pass those finals, got it? I don't want to see you again for a 'make-up' math lesson." He leaned forward, elbows on the table, voice dropping to a teasing mu…